As the sun beat down on the Goddess, sweat dripped down her neck while pulling up her still wet hair into a messy bun. She made her way over to Christopher, swim captain and best friend. Strutting her way over, a conversation catches her ears. “I can’t believe he’s the captain, like why do I have to take orders from a lil princess?” One of the boys on the team sneered, taking a quick detour Ophelia found her way in front of the crowd of boys who had their backs to her.
“Correction: large and in charge prince.” Before the hecklers could respond her foot was on the boys back as she sparta kicked the leader and spokesperson of the douches into the pool.
Splash. The problematic princess spun on her heel and waltzed over and jumped into her friends arms, “CHRISTY~” she sing songed before eyeballing the group, warning them to try to say something to her. “The laps today hit me extra hard, my leg hurts a bit..take it easy on me captain.” She whispered before smiling slightly, “how are you?”











