Daily for dystopian :) (493 words) [also to clarify this story exhibits the habit of hard work and stuff like that] Charlotte looked out of the window, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. She was in the car, on her way to her yacht club for another day of sailing practice. It was early, and she didn’t want to wake up, but she knew she had too. Charlotte loved the feeling of sailing; The soft breeze against her face, the waves splashing against her boat, it was just perfect. She had spent countless hours training on the water, her goal always tucked softly in the back of her mind. An upcoming competition was on her mind as she arrived at the yacht club. Team Trials to be exact. The competition was just a few weeks away, and she needed to make the national team at that regatta. She greeted her teammates with a smile, knowing that they were all in the same boat, (not literally but kind of lol). For the next few weeks, Charlotte pushed herself harder than anyone else at practice. She focused on every movement, every gust of wind, and every wave. She listened intently to her coach's advice, determined to absorb every bit of wisdom that could help her win. Despite the long hours and the physical demands of sailing, Charlotte never stopped sailing. Finally, the day of the competition arrived. She had traveled hours to get to the venue. San Francisco bay looked calm, the sky was clear, and Charlotte felt a surge of nervousness wash over her. What if she had a bad start? What if there was too much water in her boat? Her mind trailed on with scenarios of what could go wrong. Before she launched her coach told her, “Hey, you worked hard for this. You trained so hard these last few weeks. Go get them.” A sense of relief washed over her, and she made her way on the water. As the race started, Charlotte's training started to pay off. She navigated through the challenging course, tacking and jibing with precision. Her hard work showed as she maneuvered her boat with the top sailors in the US. As the finish line came into view, Charlotte's heart raced faster the closer she got. She felt a trickle of sweat down the back of her neck. 10 boat lengths. 5 boat lengths. 3... 2... 1... and that was it. She finished the race. Charlotte took a deep breath. She got 8th that race; 8th from the 300+ people sailing against her. Charlotte's dedication and hard work had paid off, and she felt an overwhelming sense of pride and relief. She knew that her success was the result of the countless hours she had put into training and practicing. As she looked out at the bay, Charlotte felt a deep sense of gratitude for the sport she loved and the rewards it had brought her. From that day on, she knew that her passion for sailing would continue to drive her to new heights of achievement.
