„Because you wasn't there."
„I was."
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Jawlin thrower whos ex boyfriend is long jumper and her friend is pole vauler.
What can happened when these three are together at Olympic games in Paris, right?
*Second Book - Little Olympic Series*
"I'm sure anyone would go with you right away, cupcake."
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The Olympics meant everything to many people. Willa was no exception. Even as a child starting out in athletics, she had hoped that one day she would be able to compete in these prestigious games and win a gold medal for her country. Every professional athlete's dream is to make it to the Olympics in their sport and claim that gold medal. Winning gold at the Olympic Games means that for the next four years, you are the best in your sport, and Willa wanted to be the best.
Javelin throwing was not the easiest discipline. You had to learn how to properly time your run-up so that after releasing the javelin, you didn't have to lie down on the ground to avoid stepping over the line. This was where professionals excelled, like the person who had held the world record in javelin throwing for decades—Jan Železný. This Czech javelin thrower was known for always landing on his hands after throwing the javelin. Willa had picked up on that. She would also lie down, but only because she enjoyed it and had made it her own signature move. Every athlete has one, and since Jan Železný no longer competed, she borrowed it from him. She never claimed it as her own. Whenever the media asked her about it, she never forgot to mention the great Jan Železný.
Willa was among the best in her sport. However, she had never made it to the Olympic Games, so she couldn't know if she was truly the best. She had qualified for Tokyo, but on the day she was supposed to fly out, she caught COVID and, unfortunately, had one of the more severe cases. She had to cancel her participation and could only watch the games on television.
This year, however, she made it again. She secured her spot in the Olympic Games and was determined not to waste her chance this time. The games were two weeks away, and she was doing everything she could to avoid injury or illness that might affect her participation. She was also very careful during training, knowing that even a sprained ankle could prevent her from competing this year as well.
Her parents always reassured her, telling her not to worry so much, that this year nothing would happen, and that she would make it to the Olympics and win a gold medal for her country. For her country. Even though she had lived in America since birth, she held a Canadian passport. Canada was her birthplace and the place she loved most. America was where she lived, where she grew up, and where she experienced all the good and bad things in her life. Canada was the place she called home. She still had grandparents there and visited them regularly because she loved the nature surrounding their house.
Louisiana. That was the place she was supposed to call home. At least, that's what everyone around her told her. "Maybe you were born in Canada, but you've lived here since you were a few weeks old, so this should be your home," "Louisiana runs in your veins, so why not call it home?" "Your mom and dad are here, so this is your home."
But she didn't feel that way. She couldn't call a place home if she didn't feel at home there. Maybe she had spent most of her life in Louisiana, but whenever she went to Canada, she felt right. In America, she felt like a tourist. Like someone who didn't belong. Like someone who was in the way. In Canada, she was home. Everyone understood her there. The weather she loved was there. The nature she missed in America was there.
