Pool Rules

[Myka Galanis]

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it is a big, big world

Myka looked around the baths after getting her swimsuit on and was waiting for Uncle Mattie.  The girl was ready for this.  It had been months since she'd last been swimming...even then it was with Papa...The Greco-Roman did her best to not think about it.  She didn't want to be sad...she wanted to prove that she was a big girl.  Strong.  Strong for Mama and everyone else.   But, honestly, the girl didn't know why...but every time she thought about being strong for Mama, she couldn't help but get sad.  Her mom, back in Greece, always made her wipe her own tears when she missed Papa...Myka looked into the mirror and dried the tears from her eyes.  The ones that hadn't quite fallen and weren't going to.  Mykala was stronger than that.  

She had to be.

She had to prove herself, didn't she?  Just like everyone else here...

It didn't look like everyone was sad like her, though...even though Myka honestly didn't know how she felt most of the day.  Sometimes, she felt something, but coulnd't put the right word to it--other times, like now, she felt something that didn't feel like anything.  The Greco-Roman preferred that much better than feeling sad.  

The girl mustered up her confidence as a girl pulled on one of the two braids in Myka's hair as she ran passed.  The other girl yelled something back at Myka that she didn't quite catch.  So,  Myka frowned and fought back the tears.  Wiping her eyes once more, the little girl ran out of the changing room and tried to find her uncle.  

Myka looked around frantically, thinking that he'd already he out.  She tried to get to higher ground, in search of him.  "Uncle Mattie?" Myka called out.  Getting lost was one of her worst fears...and now she couldn't find Uncle Mattie...The girl flew around the pool area before giving in to the feeling that she was lost and set herself down on one of the bleachers.  Mykala hunched over and started weeping.  Gosh, was she scared...

bby is scurred;; 348

Mattie Densen _

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[Mattie Densen]

Nothing left to say

What's standing in your way?

You had the chance to never walk alone

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[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"] It wasn’t all that often that Mattie went swimming, mostly as it wasn’t really something he felt entirely comfortable with, being that his salt shake of uncle liked to kill his nephews that were ballsy enough to get in the water. Pools were safe, he knew he could go into those without risking the wrath of an uncle that wasn’t exactly all that favoring of his existence, and Mattie had a few early memories of picking up seashells at the Danish shores with his younger sister, but oftentimes the water was too cold for Mattie to swim in, without running the risk of hypothermia. Mattie stepped out of the showers of the changing room, toweling himself dry. It was part of a common courtesy to him, just don’t step in a pool without cleansing yourself of first, the idea of getting in the water whilst dirty appalled him. As soon as he was dry, Mattie put his black sweatshirt over once again. He preferred to wear a thin athletic shirts while swimming as to hide the large scar on his collarbone, how noticeable it tended to be whilst he was bare-chested was rather embarrassing, and Mattie wasn’t too fond of answering questions. The less people who knew about it, the better. Mattie usually wore his standard of a bright red scarf to keep it hidden, and the scarf had become well known as his token fashion article. Usually that, or blackout aviator style sunglasses, which Mattie wore over his head right now.

Mattie turned his head, he had heard a very familiar voice of his niece calling out for him. “Myka?”, Mattie called out, turning his head, scanning the periphery for her, seeing if he could find her anywhere. Eventually, the voice led him to a softer sound, that of racked sobs, coming from near the bleachers, and there she was, Myka. As fast as he could, Mattie darted over to her, crouching down to her level, before putting an arm on her shoulder, in his way to attempt to pat her comfortable and give her solace. “Are you alright, Myka?”, Mattie started, looking over to her with concern, before reaching out a finger to try and stroke her face, in an attempt to wipe away her tears. “I’m so sorry I left you alone, Myka…”, Mattie said, slightly biting his lip, feeling a tinge of guilt as for his carelessness in watching her.

NOTES: I tried to do the threading thing, I hope this is alright! 

BOBBI

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