Title: SINK OR SWIM
Genre: YA Contemporary
Word Count: 81,000
Eighteen-year-old Ayla Rourke has always had one dream: to swim at the Olympic Games. She was well on her way, until a torn rotator cuff forced her out of the water. Now, she needs to find a distraction for the summer or face hanging around at home, thinking about all the medals she won’t be winning.
She finds it, eight hundred miles away in the middle of Vermont’s White Mountains. As a counselor and swim coach at Kilkenny Summer Camp, Ayla will hardly have time to breathe, much less fret about her future.
Not only will a job as a camp counselor keep her mind occupied, but it should be fun too. Ayla imagines manicures and dance parties, staying up all night for girl talk and gushing about boys. She couldn’t be more wrong. Ayla’s first cabin is united in their hatred of her. Her second cabin houses a bully, two minions, and a shy mouse of a girl who can’t, or won’t, stand up for herself.
Add to that two very talented, very good-looking, and very off-limits counselors named David and Liam, and Ayla gets the distraction she wanted, but it might be more than she bargained for.
SINK OR SWIM is young adult fiction complete at 81,000 words.
I spent several summers as a camp counselor while pursuing a Bachelor's degree in Journalism at Western Michigan University. Currently I am working towards a Masters in Library and Information Science at the University of Denver. I am also a proud member of yalitchat.
"Did Coach say why he wants to see you?" Maureen, my best friend since kindergarten, asked as we sat together in Coach's office, waiting for him. I didn't answer Maureen right away, watching the snow falling softly outside instead.
"No," I finally said. "Just that it was important."
"A hard knot settled in the pit of my stomach and dread washed over me, making me nauseous. A few months ago my shoulder started to hurt. At first it was nothing, just a twinge during a hard set or an ache after a meet. I swam through it. Now, it was constant agony. Every time I tried to lift my arm there was a stab of pain so sharp, it made my eyes water. Coach finally begged me to go in for an MRI, and the results were in.
"There she is," Coach said with a smile, sweeping into the office like a force of nature with a huge manila envelope in his hands. I narrowed my eyes; his lips were pressed together a little too tightly, his whole face was actually a little pinched, and his grip on the envelope was sure to ruin the test results inside. My heart sank.
And then the school trainer walked in too.
"I'm going to throw up," I said, reaching out for Maureen's hand. She squeezed.
"It might not be bad news," Maureen said, trying to lift my spirits.