Selene looked around. At Maya, who was locked in an epic inflatable orca joust with a kid in a pirate ship. At the elderly woman doing gentle backstrokes, singing show tunes. At the chaos, the joy, the complete and utter weirdness.
“Can I join the WettMelons crew?” he asked. WettMelons
A few heads turned. A cluster of middle schoolers pointed. The lifeguard, a guy with sunglasses so cool they looked illegal, cracked a smile. It was horrifying. It was liberating. Selene looked around
Selene winced. The bet. A stupid argument about who could hold their breath longer while doing calculus in their heads. She’d lost. The price? She had to swim the length of the pool using only her elbows, screaming “WettMelons” at the top of her lungs. At the chaos, the joy, the complete and utter weirdness
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