A/N media above is a page out of a swim magazine that shows some returning Olympians this year to the trials and um, well I was bored during science and my friend EstellaTrygg also got her hands on it.

When I came out of my coma, everything was different. I didn't remembered nothing. Well, almost nothing. I remembered swimming. I remembered the joy it brought me.

It had been a year since the accident and I was living in Manhattan, with the Hunters, Emma and Jackson. They were a very nice family, my adoptive mother and father. They found out a long time ago that it was impossible for them to have children.

When they found out I was up for adoption they were the first ones to ask about me. They were aware of the fact that I might not live, or that I would be asleep for a very long time. They waited four years for me to come out of my coma. I loved them like my own parents, and they loved me as if I was their daughter, which according to law, I was.

I knew some people from before. Well, one person. My best friend, Ava Merelli. She hadn't been my best friend before but we became close when I went back to school in Manhattan six months ago. I used to live in Omaha Nebraska, which was where the accident happened.

She and I swam for our high school team. I was one of their best swimmers too. Our coaches said I had a chance at the trials given my performance at the state championships this weekend. I was fairly happy, but there was always this empty space inside my head, a gap in my memory. I tried to shove it to the back of my mind but it was always there, nagging at me like a late homework assignment.

Me and my brother Nicky were walking home together after the last swim practice before summer at our swim club, Ridgewood. Our parents adopted Nicky after they went on a business trip right before I woke up. They found out there was a 14 year old boy who's been abandoned at the age of three and they adopted him around the same time as me. Our birthdays were pretty similar too. Actually a day within each other. My 16th birthday was coming up on July 10th, and Nick was turning 15 on July 9th.

Nick and I had both chosen to keep our surnames from our biological parents which made it a little confusing at times. Like when a new friend Nick had made at school came over he said, 'oh thanks Mrs. Gray!' Then we had to proceed to explain that our parents had different last names from ours. Mine was Heart, and his was Gray.

Emma and Jackson were very understanding and all around perfect parents. They understood about us wanting to keep our old names and they were both really good listeners. For once my life seemed to be going in the direction I wanted it to, instead of a crazy roller coaster that was just dragging me along for the ride.

As we walked in the door to our apartment Emma called out, "Rowen honey, there's a letter for you on the table!"

"Kay!" I called back. I walked through the living room to my bedroom where I ditched my swim bag. As I walked back it I saw the letter sitting on the table. It was an incredibly boring, too-official-looking white letter with only a small name written in loopy writing on the front. My name.

"Who's this from?"

"I don't know sweetie I found it in our mailbox when I came home from work."

I picked up the letter and ripped it open carefully. As I unfolded the letter inside, my eyes widened when I saw the emblem in the top left corner. U.S.A Swimming. I felt an annoying presence over my shoulder and I glanced at Nick. "Do you mind?" She shrugged and backed off. I quickly scanned the letter.

Dear Ms. Heart,
After assessing your performance last weekend at states, we have made the decision to accept you into the Olympic Swimming Trials in...

The rest of the letter blurred together as I felt tears leak from my eyes.

"I GOT IN I GOT IN!!!" I screamed to Emma,

"Oh my goodness honey let me see!" I showed her the letter and she let out a little scream and hugged me tight. "I'll go call your father," she said excitedly as she ran to the next room.

Nick grabbed the letter from me and read it in disbelief. "Wow." He said, "my big sister got into the Olympic trials." He grabbed me into a hug, "congrats. I know you'll do great. I'll be cheering the loudest."

I smirked, "you'll have to compete with Ava."

His face reddened at the mention of my best friend. "She's coming? Since when?"

I smiled at the fond memory. It had been when we were at states and we promised each other that if either of us got in, we'd go with them until they were sent home. "Since States." He rolled his eyes and followed me into my room. For brother and sister most of the time we actually got along surprisingly well.

I sat down, fully taking in what had just happened. I got into the Olympic Trials. I had a shot at swimming on Team U.S.A. At the Olympics in Rio. It felt surreal. I was going to be swimming alongside Missy Franklin and Natalie Coughlin. Olympic gold medalists. I'd never expected to be good enough to actually get in. I'd read and watched interviews from past years and they all said that the trials were harder and more competitive than the Olympics themselves. I got up and went into my room as I heard Emma screaming excitedly over the phone.

Nick was reading the letter behind me. "The Trials are in Omaha." He stated quietly. Both of us had a broken past in Omaha. My parents had been killed, he'd been abandoned.

I sat back and blew air through my teeth. The trials were going to be a challenge. That was for sure. Not just physically through the intense competition and swimming, but also mentally. The trials were going to make or break me. In Omaha, I was going to sink or swim.

Just finished editing this first chapter hope you guys like the updated version I'll be working on the rest of it when I'm not exhausted/can't sleep for the life of me.

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