"Yep!" the man replied. "Wait...aren't you Amber Hawke?" "Yea, sure am. Whats your name?" I asked him. "Michael Phelps."
Cool! He's a swimmer too. "Um..." I stuttered awkwardly. "I'm staying at a hotel with a pool. Would you like to go swimming with me?"
Michael smiled. "Sure!"
Later...
The pool was packed. So many people were swimming and chatting with each other.
But no one seemed to recognize us. Suddenly a little girl with orange curly hair came bounding over to us. "Amber Hawke and Michael Phelps!" she squealed. "Can I have your autograph, pleaaaseee?"
The girl shoved a piece of paper with kittens and butterflies on it along with a pen before in my face I could say anything.
I quickly signed the scrap of paper and handed it to Michael. He signed it too and handed it to the girl.
"MOMMY!!! I GOT 2 AUTOGRAPHS!!!" she shouted as she ran out of the room.
It seems that I have a fan!
We finally got into the pool, after signing an few more autographs. I'm nothing compared to the great Michael Phelps. We raced a bit and a got beaten by a looooong shot. Michael looked at his
watch. "I'm really sorry...I need to meet up with my trainer." he explained.
"Maybe we can meet again?" "Sure!" " Wanna meet at the cafe across the street at 11 tomorrow?" "Sounds like a plan!" And with that, he left.
And this is how our story begins
