The Crowded Pool

Why was I so afraid of joining everyone in that pool?

Really there was absolutely nothing to be afraid of. So, why am I still afraid to get into the pool in my bathing suit? I stared down at everyone in the pool. It was almost 10:30 at night, and a half moon was shimmering in the reflection of the water. However, it was hard to spot that refletion itself, due to the random splashes made by all my new classmates there.

They looked happy. They looked nice. One girl, named Bridgette, was dancing around by the edge of the pool in her pink, skinny bathing suit. Her friend, who I think is named Courtney, was cheering her on. Eventually other students followed her.

I sat in my beach chair away from the pool, in my black bathing suit which you can't see under my beige raincoat that I was clutching. I continued to state out at the people playing around in the water. I coudn't hear anything over the blasting noise, But I thought I heard Bridgette yell, "Sadie, come on! Let's swim!"

But of course, that should've been my imagination. Bridgette would never say that. Neither would her friend, neither would anyone here. They were supposed to put down people they didn't like, just like my old school. But why weren't they?

Was it because they didn't notice me in my swimsuit? Truth is, I look horrible. I looked heavy and gross in this suit. The black didn't compliment anything. If I took off my raincoat, everyone in this pool would laugh. Everyone. Then I'd be remembered as Girl With The Ugly Swimsuit, which people will tease me about. Then I'll move. Again.

That was what I knew was going to happen. It happened to me and my sister at my old school, and it will happen again if I dared take off my raincoat. So I decided to stay put.