<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ini4gN5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erica Weaver<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parking Lot --> Hallways<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amane Marina<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Marina's words had been the exact medicine that Erica needed, the brunette's eyes growing more and more excited and bright with every inspirational, motivational word that the blonde teacher spoke. Even the mentioning of her getting a boyfriend and 'advertising' the swim team with her bust size, both of which did make her feel a little bit awkward and put on a more embarrassed look, wasn't enough to shut down the now significantly more motivated, more enlightened teenager from pumping her fists a little bit, and nodding her head.<strong>"You know, I think you're right, sensei. It's not like anything I do here is going to follow me back home anyway, so why am I so worried about messing up? It's just like you said!"</strong>All she had to do was keep on trying, and figure out just what she could and couldn't do... And if she couldn't do something, she'd just have to keep on trying, and learning, until she could! She couldn't believe that it took her this long to figure it out!<br/><br/>And right along with that line of thinking, trying to learn something more athletic could do her nothing but good in the long run. Truth be told, it bothered her a pretty fair bit that she was always one of the slowest, or the weakest in PE. Sure, she wasn't quite as bad as some of the obese students, but the fact that she was always lagging behind, and generally considered subpar,was a near constant weight on her mind. If she was able to step up her game, develop a new skill, make friends, and fix something about herself that she didn't like all at the same time, what possible reason did she have for not at least giving it a shot?<strong>"Alright, I understand. I'll go to the swim team first thing after school. Thank you so much for taking the time to speak with me, I really, really appreciate it."</strong>With those words, and one more polite bow, Erica would turn around and jog excitedly back into the school, eager to see if there was anybody else around that would be willing to speak with her.<br/><br/>That was why she idolized Marina. The woman was<em>exactly</em>what Erica wanted to grow to become. With a newly found shine in her eye and a spring in her step, Erica excused herself from Marina and made her way back into the schoolhouse, eager to see what she could get herself into.