Creative Writing: Glenwood Pool

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Salty tears of frustration streamed down my checks into the steaming mineral water that surrounded me. No one noticed; no one cared. I was just another stranger in the crowd drifting along in Glenwood Pool. There was only one difference; I was alone. Everyone else in the pool seemed to have someone, and everywhere I looked couples were kissing! If someone had been surveying the whole thing they would have found happiness in every corner ... then they would have seen me; sulking in my corner of the pool with fat, old, wrinkly, bald men swimming past me repeatedly. I let out a withered sigh, which caused me to choke in the middle of yet another sob. I had had enough. I weakly pulled myself out of the pool and walked to my towel. I grabbed …show more content…

I stopped him and gave him my water slide tickets. He gave me a smile that said I had given him the world and ran away squealing after his daddy. I sighed again and thought, "Well, at least he's happy!" My throat tightened as I swallowed another sob. I quickened my pace to the changing room. I wanted to get away from this place as soon as possible. I opened the door and walked in. The smell of sulfur, soap, and shampoo assaulted my nostrils, while the sight of naked women changing assaulted my eyes. I turned my head and found myself starring back at my own reflection. I grimaced, my mascara was smeared, and my eyes resembled those of a raccoon, while my slicked back hair made me look like a cobra. I stood there looking at myself, wondering how I had ever come to this; the day had held so much …show more content…

I had a few stops to make on the way, and being a punctual person, I was worried that I might be a little late. After considering it a little, I decided the wait wouldn't kill him. Hadn't he made me wait all morning? The day was beautiful, and as I sped down the road with my music cranked and the wind blowing through my hair, the gloom I felt evaporated away in the summer sun. Happy and hopeful I pulled into Tuin Glass. The last day of summer was going to be memorable; if only I had known how memorable. The warm summer air whistled through my hair as I watched the second hand on my watch tick. Another hour had been wasted waiting for Thomas, and still the parking lot at Tuin Glass was empty. On the brink of tears, I reached for the key in the ignition, when to my surprise a face appeared in my window. Thomas went on to say how sorry he was, but that he had forgotten his books in his mom's car in Delta and that he had to go back. My hands clenched into fists and I found myself grinding my teeth. Thomas didn't seem to notice, and said that he still wanted to go. Determined to make something of the day, I agreed. He said to go ahead and drive to Glenwood, and that he would be there as soon as he

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