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Samantha POV

Warm up is starting. As its men's first, I just sit on the side and watch. Just by watching the men's warm up, i realise that Michael is clearly going to win all the events he's in. I can't help, but think that we came all this way for no reason. At least I get to practise my starts and turns in a 50 metre pool, so I'm not really complaining. Bob comes over with the events sheet. "Okay you're doing 200 IM and 400. As well as 100 and 200 metres breaststroke, and 100 and 200 metres free. You're doing quite a lot, so that you get a lot of practise." Bob says. "Okay, thank you!" I answer. I'm always polite or try to be, as where does being rude get you in life?

I go round to do my warmup. I'm getting in a line ready to dive in. Then this tall, mean looking girl pushes in front. "I bet I'm way faster then you, so I'll go in front." She snaps.  I just let her go in front. Even though i know that I am faster then her. What's the point in argue in?

After the warm up me and Michael just sit in silence, as it's the backstroke races which neither of us are in. I notice that everyone is still staring at him. Including that rude girl who spoke to me earlier. "How do you cope with them staring at you all the time?" I suddenly ask. Michael looks at me. He then says "I don't."

I start thinking about what he said. How does he act so casual about it? Will people stare at me like that after the Olympics has finished? They properly won't as I'm no where near as attractive as he is. Wait....do I like him? I suppose I can't really decide as i  don't know the real him. I feel like he puts an act on. As in he doesn't show the real him, which I want to know.

"Um...Samantha you have to go round for your race." I hear someone say. I look up to see Michael. Our eyes lock. God his eyes are beautiful. I feel like I could get lost in them forever. I realise that he is grinning. "How long was I daydreaming?" I stutter. What's wrong with me? I never stutter. "For like five minuets." He replies, still grinning. "Come on you've got 100 breaststroke." I get up grabbing my hat and goggles. "Thanks for telling me." I say to him. He just smirks, looking pleased with himself.

I walk round, and start getting ready for my heat. I do a quick blood flow warm up. Then I get called round to the blocks. I notice the mean girl is on the block next to me. "I'll 100% win this event loser!" She sneers at me. I just block her out, and wait for the race to start.

The whistle goes. I get on the block. Take your marks.......GO!

The buzzer has gone. I dive, pull and kick then I'm up. Pull, kick, glide. I get to the wall to turn, and notice that I'm far ahead. I finish at the wall to see that I have a PB!! Everyone else gets to the wall eventually. I hear the speaker say "Samantha Thomas gets to the wall, reaching a new PB! Now this is why she's going to the Olympics!" I feel everyone's eyes staring at me.

For the rest of the day, everyone stares at me and Michael. We win all of our races easily. Then eventually go home, after a long day.

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