The wood was rough beneath my feet, and the sun beat on my shoulders. Straight through my sunscreen. My stomach hurt, too. And not just from hunger. I’d never had a swim test before. I didn’t even swim very often. My parents had made me take lessons, and we’d gone together to the pool on weekends. But it was always very crowded with bigger, rougher kids jumping and throwing things. So we’d never stayed long. Now, as my face soaked up sun, I worried. “What if I fail the test?” I asked Joplin. “Nobody fails,” Joplin said. “You get put in a baby group,” Dylan said. “Not a baby group,” Joplin said. “Just a group for beginners.” “Same thing,” Dylan said. What a meanie! I thought. I wanted Joplin to lift one foot and squash her. A lifeguard in a red bikini blew her whistle then. “Here’s how the test goes,” she said. “Swim to the other dock and back three times without stopping. Show me three different strokes.” She broke us into groups of two. I swam last, with curly-haired Kylie.
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