Michael Phelps, love life

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Samantha POV

I'm in a car with Michael. We haven't spoken since I told him where I live.

"Sooo..." He says. I look at him. "How did you get into swimming?"

"I did lessons as a kid and enjoyed it so I carried on" I answered, "You?"

"Same thing, same thing." He mutters.

It goes back to silence...

We finally pull up to my house.

"Thank you!" I say to him, as I start getting out of the car.

"Your welcome, I don't want you to get a cold and not be able to compete." He says.

I nod and shut the door to his car. I head to the door and see him disappear off. As I enter the door I see my mum rushing around, as usual. She is probably late for work, again. "Hey, how was training?" She asks.

"Good." I answer her, as she rushes out

"See you later." She says, while leaving through the front door.

I walk through to the kitchen to see my twin brother, Sebastian. I know it's cringey that my parents chose us to have similar names, but I can't do anything.

"Sebbbbbb!" I yell. "

"Sammm!" He yells back.

"Don't call me Sam." I say

"K what about Sammy?" He says back.

"Nah Samantha."

"Okay sis!"

"Okay bro!" I reply back.

Me and Seb are close. Well I would say we are. I have quite a big family, well bigger then normal. I have a older sister Natasha. She did gymnastics and qualified for the Olympics, but she broke her leg so didn't end up going. She is now twenty one. I have an older brother Alex. He's nineteen and we aren't really close. Then I have a younger sister, Mia. She is fourteen, so quite a bit younger. Though she is mum and dads favourite. She does dancing, gymnastics and trampolining. I think she does too much. She does too but doesn't know what to give up. So yep I think that's a big family compared to my friends with two or three siblings maximin.

Saying that I don't really have any friends any more. Ever since leaving the swim team that's like all my friends gone. I don't really do anything but train now. I left school at sixteen, to my parents disappointment. I didn't know what to do with my life. At least they are happy with me training all the time now, as I've made the team.

I go up to my room and go on my computer. I decide to go on Facebook. It has blown up the Internet as the 'new' social media of 2004. I realise that I have gained lots of followers over night. Probably from being announced that I'm in the Olympics. I still can't believe I'm in it!!!

I notice one of my new followers is Michael Phelps. Did he look me up to follow me?