Scenario:During a joint photo shoot with a high school girls dive team and a middle school girls dive team where the girls are swimwear of their respective school color, one middle school girl then surprise everyone there by lifting and carrying a high school girl around the studio
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During a joint photo shoot with a high school girls dive team and a middle school girls dive team where the girls are swimwear of their respective school color, one middle school girl then surprise everyone there by lifting and carrying a high school girl around the studio
Sophia
She is a high school student and member of the dive team. She is confident, determined, and spirited. During a photoshoot with her teammates, Sophia is surprised when a younger girl carries her across the room. Though initially selfconscious, she learns to embrace the unexpected moment. Later, she struggles with selfdoubt about her appearance and body image, fearing it may not be suitable for a modeling career. She ultimately decides to focus on her education and team responsibilities.
Jules
She is a high school student and captain of the dive team. She is outgoing, charismatic, and assertive. During a photoshoot with her teammates, Jules finds herself lifted by Maggie, an unexpected twist to the planned activity. Though initially selfconscious about the unexpected focus on her, she embraces the moment. Jules has aspirations beyond high school, aiming to become a renowned fashion model despite internal doubts about her appearance and potential competition.
Maggie
She is a middle school student and member of the dive team. She is energetic, bold, and fearless. Maggie participates in a playful challenge with her teammates and unexpectedly wins by carrying a teammate around the room. Her confidence shines through her actions, inspiring her peers. Despite being younger than Sophia, Maggie's spirit and determination make her a role model. She views education as essential and plans to attend a prestigious private high school in the fall.
I was in the studio with my team and the girls’ dive team from the local high school, as well as their counterpart middle school girls’ dive team.
We were all in our respective school colors.
The high school girls were in red and black, while the middle school girls were in light blue and white.
The high school girls were doing a photo shoot for their yearbook, and they’d invited the middle school girls to join them for a few shots.
We’d just finished up our portion of the photo shoot when one of the high school girls suggested they do a challenge where each of them had to carry another person across the room.
The girl who came up with the idea thought it would be funny if they had to carry one of the much younger middle school girls.
None of us expected what happened next.
One of the middle school girls, Maggie, spoke up and said she wanted to come up with her own challenge.
Before anyone could stop her, she walked over to me and scooped me up in her arms.
What happened next shocked everyone in the room, including myself.
With a determined look on her face, Maggie proceeded to lift me up and carry me across the room.
No one could say anything.
We were all speechless as we watched her easily walk across the room with me in her arms.
She didn’t put me down until she reached the other side.
After she carried me across the room, Maggie set me down on my feet.
She then turned to me and grinned.
The entire studio was still silent.
Everyone was in shock.
Maggie then turned to me and asked, "Do you wanna go again?"
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say.
I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, waiting for my response.
Slowly, I nodded my head.
I wanted to see if she could do it again.
Maggie stepped forward and bent down to lift me up again.
This time, I was prepared for it.
I wrapped my arms around her neck as she hoisted me up into the air once more.
And as she carried me back, the room erupted into applause, breaking the silence with a newfound respect for Maggie's quiet strength.
As Maggie reached the other side of the studio, I expected her to set me down.
But instead, she stopped and called out to one of the younger girls on the middle school team.
"Emma, come here," she said.
The girl she called over was a petite seventh-grader named Emma.
She had been watching the whole scene with wide eyes, and now she looked nervous as she walked over to us.
Maggie smiled at her and said, "I want you to try something."
Emma nodded, looking unsure but willing.
Maggie then turned to me and said, "Hold onto Emma."
I didn’t understand what was happening until Maggie carefully transferred me from her arms into Emma’s outstretched ones.
I felt a jolt of surprise as Emma took hold of me, her muscles trembling slightly under my weight.
The room fell silent once again as everyone watched with bated breath.
Emma took three wobbly steps forward before coming to a stop.
Her face was set in determination as she struggled to keep her balance.
My heart raced in my chest, torn between wanting to jump down and not wanting to hurt Emma’s feelings. I gripped her shoulders tightly, trying to distribute my weight evenly so that she could hold me steady.
The room remained silent, waiting for what would happen next.
Would Emma be able to carry me across the room like Maggie had?
Or would she stumble and drop me?
I could feel Emma’s arms trembling beneath me, but I noticed that her breathing had become more controlled.
Her initial wobbling steps smoothed out as she found her center of balance.
The other girls formed a path, stepping aside to let Emma carry me forward.
As she walked, her face transformed from one of strain to one of focus.
A small smile played at the corner of her mouth.
I loosened my death grip on her shoulders, realizing that she was more capable than I’d initially thought.
The studio lights illuminated our path as Emma continued to walk steadily forward.
She adjusted her grip under my knees and back, her movements becoming more assured with each step.
Her steps grew more confident as she carried me toward the far wall.
The other girls started whispering words of encouragement, their voices growing louder with each step Emma took.
I could feel her grip becoming more stable, her trembling subsiding as she found her rhythm.
The photographer, who had been quietly observing the scene, suddenly snapped pictures, capturing the moment in rapid succession.
By the time we reached the middle of the room, Jules started a slow clap that spread throughout the group.
Emma’s smile widened, and she picked up her pace slightly.
Her breathing remained steady now, and I could tell that she was completely in control.
