I dropped my towel on the bench and checked the place out. Only three girls were using the pool, Wendy, Helen and Allie. I waved a greeting. Helen hung around with Sandy, and Wendy and Allie were into snorkelling with the guys. One of the swimmers was Geordie; I recognized his powerful strokes as he churned up and down between the guide ropes. Murray the Murk was in the next lane, flashing along with his effortless, splashless crawl. I glimpsed Sandy chugging along and Paul’s bright orange bathing cap half hidden by the water thrown up by his backstroke. There was no sign of Drew “Hi Jeebie,” Brat yelled in my ear. He nudged me. “He’s a pretty good swimmer, isn’t he?” “Big deal,” I snarled. Mum had backed Brat up that he could come to the pool with me this morning. “Why don’t you get lost?” The thought of Jeebie actually having the incredible nerve to use our pool was the last straw. Brat had made a mistake this time though – there was no sign of my tormentor anywhere around the pool.
