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Dog Days and Deep Ends

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Marcus gripped the bottle of vitamin C pills his mom thrust at him that morning. "For your immune system, sweetie," she'd said, but he knew it was really about his first official swim practice today. The new kid at Northwood High for three months, and he still hadn't found his people. Unless you counted Buster, his chocolate lab who was currently passed out on his bed like a furry, snoring paperweight.

The abandoned sphinx statue in the park had become his weird sanctuary. He'd sit there after school, eating the vending machine chips he wasn't supposed to have, talking to it like it understood what it was like to be fifteen and feel completely out of place. The sphinx never talked back, which was honestly more than he could say for most people at school.

"Marcus, you coming?" His dad yelled from downstairs. "Swimming doesn't wait for nobody."

He grabbed his gym bag, gave Buster a final scratch behind the ears, and headed out. The pool smelled like chlorine and anxiety. Marcus stood there in his jams while guys who looked like they'd been born in swim caps did laps like it was nothing.

Then this senior Tyrell—actual swim team captain, swole as hell—popped out of the water like a dolphin. "Yo, you trying out?"

"Uh, yeah. I think."

"Bet. Let's see what you got."

Marcus dove in. The water hit him like ice, but something clicked. He wasn't great, but he wasn't drowning either. When he surfaced, Tyrell nodded. "For real? That's your first time? You move like you been swimming forever."

"My dog used to swim with me," Marcus heard himself say. "Back home."

"No cap? Your dog swims? That's lowkey fire."

By the end of practice, Marcus was exhausted but his chest felt lighter. He'd survived. He'd maybe even been okay. Walking home, he thought about stopping at the sphinx, but Buster was waiting and his phone buzzed—Tyrell had added him to the team group chat.

The sphinx would still be there tomorrow. But for the first time since moving here, Marcus felt like he might actually belong somewhere else too.