Pool
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Last published Sun, Apr 17, 2016
I am about two and a half feet above the water; I stare at it, and it stares right back at me. My goggles give the water a crystal blue tint that taunts me; the water thinks it is better than I am. From the height of the block, the black tile that runs down the center of every lane appears to me as a runway.
The water is not the sole enemy I have in my race, because it is working with the time clock to destroy my race. Right now it is set at 0:00, which seem so empty and heartless. It does not like to feel so hollow, and once it gets to start, it does not want to stop. Somehow the clock has talked to pool into being its partner in crime, and they are both against me. "This is the 50m freestyle. Swimmers, take your mark.."
BEEP. My body releases, my legs exploding from their coiled position. My head darts up, my eyes searching for the imaginary hole I am going to slide my body through. Once I find it, my head is tucked between my arms, and my hands and arms stiffen to prepare for the entry into the water.
*~*~*
Adira is a swimming sensation, a world champion.
Everything in her life is perfect, Adira doesn't want anything to change, but perfect is a very strong word...
Adira's life starts to crumble down and lay helplessly at her feet and her hopes and dreams are swimming further and further away.
What good could Adira do to the world when she's stuck in a wheel chair?
But there's one rule Adira lives by; If you believe you will fail, you are 100% correct, but if you believe you're gonna succeed, well you're 100% correct too.
Join Adira on a crazy adventure through heartbreak, love and dignity.
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