mrs.all american//cth au

cuatro

song: sunset lover // petit biscuit

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"Rise and shine, Millie!" Millie's dad, Paul, shouted from the doorway of her room. Millie was half asleep, trying to ignore her father's calls. She snuggled into her comforter more and attempted to fall back asleep. Paul walked over to her bed and pulled back her comforter, making the cold air hit her legs immediately.

Millie groaned into her pillow and waited a few moments before getting up and trudging down the stairs. She could smell breakfast before she even stepped into the kitchen. Her mother was at the stove, scrambling some eggs while her brother, Milo, was chowing down on some sugary cereal.

"Come on, honey, eat up. Your father wants you out there soon." Camille informed her. Millie just glared at her mother, since she was still very tired. The jet lag must have hit her later, she thought.

After eating, Millie changed into a practice suit and walked outside to her backyard. It was a little chilly out, since it was still quite early. She could already feel goosebumps on her legs.

"Remind me why we're out this early when we just got here yesterday? I am in no mood to get into this cold pool." Millie sassily remarked to her father. He was on the other side of the pool, trying to sync the clock with his watch. Paul answered her once he successfully synced the two clocks.

"Because, number one, you have to get used to the altitude here. Its very different since we're so close to sea level. And number two, you have a meet this weekend. Its not that important, but since we just moved here, we want to scope out the competition. Now, eight-hundred warm up, four-hundred breathe to your left, four-hundred breathe to your right; go." Millie sighed and put her cap on and hopped into the pool. It was much warmer than she thought it would be.

Millie uses swimming as an outlet. She once listened to this speech where they talked about how children and teens, especially teens, use sports as an outlet to feel better. Millie feels much better and relaxed when she swims. No matter how much swimming can stress her out, swimming is a way to forget about the real world.

As Millie kept swimming, Michael, her neighbor, came outside to his backyard and walked over to the fence that separated Millie's house from his. Michael had a mug of coffee in his hands and was still wearing his pajamas.

"Good morning, Mr.Andrews." He greeted Paul politely. Mr.Andrews turned around and greeted Michael with a slight smile.

"Hello, Michael. How are you?" Paul asked tiredly. Michael shrugged his shoulders and answered the question.

"Not too shabby. Stayed up a little too late, so I'm little too tired this morning. But thats nothing; I've got some coffee to fix that." He motioned his arm up slightly to show his coffee mug. Paul nodded in understanding. There was a moment of awkward silence before Millie had finished her eight-hundred warm up.

"Alright, now lets do some fifties, drill, and then we'll get started. Three of each stroke, ok? Do these on the 55, and lets start on the next top." Paul walked inside the house, leaving Millie alone with Michael.

"What brings you here?" She asked the boy. He took a sip of his coffee and sat down in a chair near the patio table.

"Just a bit curious, that's all. I saw your dad, so." Millie nodded her head yes before pushing off the wall for the first 50. Michael sat peacefully, the sounds of water splashing filling his ears, before he felt a buzz in his pocket. Michael pulled out his phone to see the notification he got. He saw a couple twitter notifications of tweets from Jack Barakat. The latest one was a snapchat from Calum. He smirked to himself and opened the snap. A picture of Calum's face popped up, and he was making an ugly face.