"What's this?" Mia questioned herself while pulling out a package from the mailbox.
Still wearing her pajamas the 5'1" 16 year old athletic bodied girl went to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Mia was very much into swimming and could be most of the times found outside school time in the swimming pool training herself for upcoming matches against other teams from different schools. However being a sporty girl meant that curves were practically non existent. Her breasts didn't even measure an A cup. Boys wouldn't even look at her or be interested. Maybe her puberty was just late for her...
Something Mia didn't mind though. Mia herself wasn't too sure about her sexual preference yet either. Sometimes she would think about what it would've been like with either gender, or with some nice curves. But moreover currently she was far more obsessed with winning the upcoming tournament and her thoughts would immediately drift towards improving herself and her team.
Her dedication towards her swim team meant automatically that Mia was the person to be captain. She was the best of her team. But still yet, they hadn't won any match previously. This disturbed Mia much and often she would push her team members above their limits, but sadly there never was any progression. Maybe they were without any talent. Or maybe the other girls bodies were just too small.
"KRrrrchhh", Mia opened the package with a mouthful of her breakfast.
It was some sort of recorder.
"Hmm, why would we ever need a recorder? Don't we have things like smartphones already...?" Mia questioned the seemingly old-fashioned device in her hands.
"It looks new though..., I wonder if it still works.."
Mia clicked the record button...
"So, there's only 1 day of training left for the upcoming match tomorrow. And yet we still haven't made any progress at all. I seriously doubt we will ever win this tournament with a team like this.... *Sigh*, I would love to know what is wrong with my team! It certainly isn't me!
Mia put the recorder on the table and sat back, frustrated with the thoughts of tomorrow. A sparkle sounded, but Mia didn't notice she was thinking too much or was she?
"Wait.." Suddenly leaned forward. Pictures of Mia and her team were appearing and her competitors on her table.
"Huh?" Mia looked confused into how these pictures suddenly were on the table. Her mom just passed by her.
"Mom did you just put these on the table while I was thinking?" Mia asked.
"No honey, aren't you thinking too much of the competition? Haven't you been training all this up to this point now? There's nothing that you could change in just 1 day. It doesn't work like that" Mom said
But before Mia could reply, more changes on the table appeared. A red marker popped up and ruler next to it.
Mia watched as the pictures started to get lines on them.
"What the hell?..." Mia still confused by what was happening before suddenly the changes finished and her memory now had the idea that was drawn out on the table.
"OOH! That's why! We could never win because the average of our team members are much smaller than our competitors!".
"But wait, how did this happen. A moment ago I was just frustrated about the whole situation..." Mia started thinking again picked up the recorder and rewinded just to listen to it again. Only to hear herself mumbling in it about her problems and the causes of it.
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