Swimming (Completed)

Prologue

Your POV

"Alright Mom, I'll call you when I land." I hug my crying mother tightly, as well as my father who joins in. My brother was off flirting with some girl he saw, but we had already said goodbye.

"I love you, sweetie. I'm so proud of you." Mom cries into my shoulder. I look at my dad who was smiling and had tears in his eyes. I had never really left home. I mean, I went to swim camps over the summer, maybe gone for two or three weeks at a time, but now I was going to be gone for three months. 

"Alright Mum, my flight leaves in an hour and a half. I have to go check my bags," I say. She pulls away and smiles at me, kissing my cheek.

"Make sure to call when you land," she says as I walk away. I mean, I think they might have over done it a little bit, but my brother was younger than me, so they really haven't had a kid leave the house for such a long time.

I was a very big family person, I would spend as much time as possible with my cousins and family. I was excited, though, to get some time to not only swim with some of the best swimmers around the country, but to have some time to myself to be a teenager.

It was very rare at home for me to be able to go out with friends during swim season, because I had meets on Sundays, so I couldn't go out on Saturday, and I usually had practice Friday night.

I mean, I knew this bootcamp was going to be tough, but it would not only make me a better swimmer, but hopefully make me some life-long friends. Once I checked my bag and went through security, I noticed I had 45 minutes until I had to board. 

I grabbed a sandwich at Subway and then went to my gate, deciding to eat there just incase something happened. While I'm eating I pull out my laptop, and watch an episode of Friends, with one head phone out to make sure I didn't miss my boarding call.

I finish my sandwich, throwing out the wrapper as they start to board. I pack up my shit, double checking I'm not leaving anything behind, and I get in line. I get on the plane, walking to row 12 seat A, I was the window. I slide into my seat, nobody in the two seats to my right. I put my bag under the seat in front of me, grabbing my book and iPod.

I put my iPod in my pocket waiting for us to be in the air before I turn it on. I was currently reading Maya Angelou's I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings.

I had just started it, only being on page seven, I was hoping to get it done in the five and a half hour flight I was about to take. I lean back in my seat, cracking open the book. I feel a weight next to me and I look up to see a girl with long dark brown hair, focusing on her phone.

She was beautiful, she had tan skin, little nose, full lips. She turns to me and I smile, her eyes were a light shade of brown. She smiles softly and I turn back to my book. 

"Are you going to Cali for the USA swim team bootcamp?" She asks. I turn to her and nod as her smile grows. I guess she saw my sweatshirt. "Me too. I'm Camila." She sticks out her hand and I shake it.

"Y/n. Are you from Boston?" I ask, wondering how I had never met a girl this beautiful. I mean, Boston was big, but not big enough for me to not at least hear about someone.

"No. I'm from Miami, my connecting flight here was cheaper though," she says. I nod, smiling a little at her soft facial expression. 

"What's your stroke?" I ask. To others that might seem like kind of a weird question, but it was a normal question between swimmers.

"Free. I'm a sprinter." She says quietly. "And you?"

"Uh, fly and free. I swim distance though," I say. She rolls her eyes and I laugh. "What?"