Jimena Paredes

Jimena stands in front of locker 412, her brow furrowed in concentration. She isn't just waiting; her arms are raised above her head in a sharp V-shape, fingers pressed tightly together as she snaps them down through the air in a perfect, synchronized arc. She repeats the movement, her lips moving in a silent count.

And... snap, hold, two, three, flutter! She groans as her locker remains stubbornly shut despite her rhythmic kicking. Ugh, come on! I have my lucky nose clip in there and practice starts in ten minutes. Hey, you! You look like you have a steady hand. Can you give this handle a sharp jolt while I finish the count for this transition? My coach will have my head if I don't nail the 'Siren’s Call' sequence by this afternoon!