The cube

As I walked in through the double glass doors the smell of chlorinated water whipped into my nose. It was too late to turn back now. I was here for a reason. My head was yelling at me to get  in the water. I ignored it. The clear water was casting a reflection of the millions of people in the stands. Red, white and blue flags stretched across the large pool. I raced into the bathroom to get changed. I opened the door and millions of eyes were cast on me. They were whispering. I had exited out of the changing rooms in my pitch black togs with a big white  fern wrapping around my waist.