Michael Phelps, love life

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Samantha POV

Just another length. Keep swimming. Head down, kick legs move arms. Just keep moving.

Hi I'm Samantha. Not Sam, Samantha. No-one can call me that. Anyway I'm a swimmer. Yes I'm aiming for the Olympics. Many people dream of it. Some try, but very few achieve it. Hopefully I'll end up there (at the Olympics). I train everyday, mornings or nights, but mostly both. Yes I'm 18. I don't have much of a life. Who cares I'm doing what I love.

I have touched the wall. I look round, to see that I have won.

Stop, wait and look. Look at the time board.

I see that I have not been DQ. Good start, I have definitely won. Quickly my eyes dash to my time. A new PB! Remember time, and get out.

It's the same routine. My hopes always being given up. Still hoping for the same goal.

I go over to my team. I spot my coach and walk over to her. Her face looks stunned but excited. I look to see someone standing next to her. It's a tall man who looks like he's in his late 40s- early 50s. My coach spots me and calls me over.

I walk over. Just expecting the usual thing. Well done, just keep your head down and kick more next time.

Just as I get there I get a sudden hug. I'm shocked at first, but I hug her back. I'm used to a high five.

"Well done kiddo!" She says

"Thanks." I say in return. Though a little confused in why she's so happy.

"This is Bob Bowman," I give him a weak smile "He is interested in getting you to the Olympics!"

"Are you serious?" I whisper to shocked to say anything else.

"Yes." He answers. I just smile, to shocked to say anything, but it's the biggest smile I've ever done, making my face hurt.