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[McKayla Liz Gilbert]

McKayla was walking around campus while reading her text book. She knew it wasn't the best method to study, but she had to catch up somehow and still have time to go and check on Tucker. She sighed as she tried to remember the important topics and details in the text book before stumbling upon the gym as she looked up to see where she's going. She let out a breathe of air. "Never study while walking.." She muttered to herself as she tucked her long part of her blond bangs behind her ear. She then heard about the Blue Ridge Firebirds. Which was the gymnastics team. So why not check out the gymnastics studio she signed up to practice in?

She walked through the gym trying to find the gymnastics studio with her text book in her hand. She felt too lazy to put it back in her bag. It was easier to find the gymnastics studio than she thought it would. She opened one of the double doors just a crack to see if anyone was in there. 'Okay good, there's no one in there..' She thought to herself as she opened the door wider to slip in. She looked around at the gymnastics studio in awe. It had all the basics and she forgot that feeling of how she use to like gymnastics. She was wearing a tshirt, and flexible jeans. So she thought about maybe trying out one of the appartus.

She placed her stuff, including her shoes, at a corner near the door before she went to start anything. She first went over to vaulting. Vaulting was known for one of her strengths in gymnastics. Yet she doesn't know if she can stick the landings as well as she did before. Back then, she usually almost stuck the landing, just one step forward or small hop forward was the problem. She went to where all the running started. She took a deep breathe in before taking off into a running start. She had the proper arm swing and when she approached the spring board, her two feet bounced onto the board and she did a handspring front. She landed almost perfectly, she just got a little unbalanced but didn't hop or take any steps. She then put both hands in the air for the finish. She then heard the door open and soon just froze in her spot. Hopfully not in any kind of big trouble.

[Antione Hoefflin]

Antione ran a hand through his hair, tennis shoes squeaking lightly as he walked down the hallway between the main gym and leading toward the two studios and swimming pools. He was wearing a Blue Ridge Firebirds tracksuit and carried a clipboard with the details of all of his girls. He shook his head as he lifted the board up and looked through the list of names, four of which had stars beside them as they were his main girls; Alia Williams, Cara Kitchi, Keri Rocha and Samantha Lawrence, but there was now also; Jordan Hill and Erin Bryne.

When he had first joined the school as the coach for the gymnastics team, he had one elite gymnast to work with; Cara-Jean. And now? Now he had more gymnasts than he could ask for. He had a well oiled team and two reserves.

Stopping at the door to his studio, he paused before pushing the left of the double doors open as he could see a girl in there through the glass panel window that ran down the length of the middle of the door. He paused and watched the girl as she ran down the vault runway and then did a fairly simple move. He waited until her feet were on the ground and she had centred herself before striding through the door, allowing it to bang closed behind him. "What are you doing in my studio?" He demanded, there was no softness in this man's voice.

[Samantha 'Sam' Lawrence]

Sam walked towards the gymnastics hall with her gym bag in tow. Her hair, which had just been colored about thirty minutes ago, was wrapped in a tight bun. She was wearing her track suit and her competition leotard. Her and Cara had planned on coming down to practice, in their dance class. It was nice to have Cara come to, because she really didn't want to go down alone. Sam had come down a little early to warm up. Her, thorough, warm ups took much longer than they should.

Her phone went off right before she got to the door. She pulled it out of her bag, answered the message then turned it off. After she slipped it into her bag she pushed open the doors to the gymnastics hall. While looking at her bag that she was trying to zip she stopped flat. She had almost run into the back of coach. Her bottom lip was pinched in between her teeth as she slid sideways quickly, acting like it never happened. She looked up seeing a girl standing by the vault. Immediately she knew why she had heard the doors slam shut as she made her way to the studio from the entrance of the gym.

Sam dropped her stuff into her locker, shedding her track suit. As she returned to mat she glanced over to the coach, hoping she wasn't interrupting anything important. After all the gymnasts were allowed to come practice when they had free time. In her heart she didn't want the coach to yell at the girl, but deep down she really hoped the girl wasn't going to be in gymnastics. It just meant more competition for her to deal with.

With a light sigh, she tried to blot out the 'conversation' going on between the two. Once the coach had finished she planned on talking to the girl, but for now she was going to warm up. She started with air planes, stretching out her hamstrings.

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

Cara's head felt a little fuzzy as she stepped out of the shower, but when didn't it feel fuzzy lately? She wrapped a towel around her tiny body and then another around her hair. She quickly dried off her body, pulled on her underwear and then stepped into her competition leotard. Even though she had never really spent the time fraternizing with her past teammates, but wanted to change that now as her and Sam had spoken after dance class and had arranged to meet in the studio for some extra practise.

Once the leotard was in place, she then turned her attention to her hair. Using the towel to thoroughly dry it, ignoring the fact that quite a bit of hair came out with the vigorous rubbing - this had been happening quite a bit lately and she noticed that her hair was a lot thinner, though she didn't look like she was going bald so she didn't worry too much about it and made a note to add a little more calcium to her diet. She ran a brush through her hair and then with nimble fingers twisted her hair into a tight dutch braid and then wound it into a neat bun which she held into place with a black hair net and a million hair pins and then picked up the can of hair spray and coated her hair with that, then using her hands to flatten any flyaway bits.

Walking out of her ensuite, she pulled on her team tracksuit, pushed her feet into her tennis shoes, grabbed her gym bag, checking it to make sure there were two clean towels and two bottles of water, then left her dorm door, and hurried down toward the gym.

She rushed into the gym, and saw the studio doors swinging, which told her that the other girl had made it here first. Not wasting any more time, she hurried down the hall toward the door. She paused at the door when she noticed a shadow through the window, seeing the coach standing there, she pushed the door open enough to let herself slip through and then allowed it to swing shut silently as she slipped behind the man and into the locker room.

Opening her locker, she kicked her shoes off and placed them on the floor of the locker, she then slipped out of the tracksuit, took a water and towel out of the bag, hung the tracksuit up in the locker, hung her bag on the hook and closed the door.

Walking out of the locker room, she headed over to one of the mats that lined the side wall of the studio and stopped by the ropes, as she was planning on using one as part of her warm up. After a few toe touches and a back arch, she headed over to the chalk and dipped her hands in. She then walked over to the rope in the middle and bouncing on the balls of her feet, she bent at the knees, arms tucked to her sides and then launched herself into the air and curled her fingers around the rope. She then scaled her way up the rope.

[Alia Williams]

Alia sat up in bed, and pushed her long legs over the side of the bed to stand up. She didn't really care what day it was, and decided that she should practice more on the bars. She was performing on them for the upcoming meet, and wanted to try her best, and make Coach proud, or at least pleased. She didn't know if he would ever really be proud, or maybe he just wouldn't show it, so the girls wouldn't slack off. Or walk all over him. She didn't ever want a coach who was unable to command others, there were those coaches that were giggling and being all sweetsy to the other girls, and they had just trampled the poor young woman. She didn't like coaches without a back bone, and when that new coach had come in, she had taken charge. Snapped at the girls for slacking, whipped them into shape, was respectful and obedient to the coach, and told her that she shouldn't let the girls just walk all over her. Walking into the bathroom, she instantly got ready, and couldn't wait to get to the gym, despite the fact she would have to face her best friend, the bars. Thinking to herself, she noticed the coming and going of girls, Ellie was gone, or so she believed that was the name. Now, more were joining, it was just making competition harder. Alia didn't mind competition though. In fact, she loved it, it pushed her past her hardest, Alia in general always put every ounce of work she had towards something she loved, but she tended to push herself to far. For example, if she hurt herself, or was sick, she continued to push herself, and at the moment, was trying to lose even more weight even though she had lost all the weight Coach required her too. She only wanted to be better, she wanted to try her best at everything, and always would.

She pulled on her uniform, and then track pants, jacket, and some sandals. She jogged down to the gym, she always hustled to the gym, she was getting a head start on her warm up. She pushed herself faster, picking up the pace, not even caring she wasn't wearing the appropriate footwear. Some would think that she would be completely goofy, anywhere, including during gymnastics. Though, she was completely serious when practicing, there was a time for play, and a time for seriousness. Alia was also very competitive, and worked for the best spot, even if it meant that some wouldn't like her. She didn't care, everyone had their opinion, go ahead, hate her, she didn't mind, as long as you weren't verbally mean to her, or physically. She sighed, focusing her mind as she made her way to the gym. She thought about her routine, picturing it in her mind, in her mind she did it perfectly, but that wouldn't happen without working for it. You couldn't get anywhere without work. She definitely worked, she had worked for a lot of things in her life, not everything, despite her protests, her parents had tried to serve her everything on a silver platter, or maybe it was a gold one... she couldn't remember. Finally, she arrived at the gym, ready to practice, just ready to go in general.

Silently pushing open the doors, she saw a girl in... was that jeans? Who practiced in jeans? Hmm, maybe they were just flexible enough to be able to move around in them, but most likely would be more restricting. Then there was Coach, she actually liked Coach, he was probably her favorite coach she had ever been taught by. Even in the short time, she liked how he pushed them, and for some reason, was always waiting for his criticism, seeing how she could better improve herself. She had the tendency to like people who others thought may be snappy, or something, but she just liked his authority she guessed. Didn't mean she liked being bossed around though, no she did not like that at all. Then her gaze drifted to two others. Sam and Cara. Her fellow team mates, whom she had come to know in a different sort of distant way. She knew how completely dedicated Cara was, and wouldn't bother her with petty greetings and comments unless Cara approached her herself. She wouldn't get in any ones way, as long as they didn't get in her way. Alia passed the girl who was being talked to by the coach, and flashed her a smile, but quickly turned her head in the direction she was going to. Walking to the bench, she quickly began her warm ups.

She stretched her hamstrings, upper body, jogged in place more. Pushing her right leg to one side, she bent her right knee and stretched her other leg out, resting her elbows on her knee. She ignored the pain that seared through her leg from accidentally turning it in a funny angle and then stood up and did the other side. She continued the stretches for awhile, only passing glances at the others. She was more focused on her exercises then what was going on around her. She sighed, and then after awhile warming up, decided to start her routine. She had added a few things to it in her mind, and decided to try out the new things today. Walking towards the bars she dipped her hands in the chalk sparingly, and then sprayed them. She didn't use grips, she didn't feel comfortable, she felt like she could slip easily. She liked feeling the bars on her hands, it made her perform better. Though she didn't mind the calluses and blisters that formed on her hands, her mother did, thought it was disgusting, and was still trying to convince her to wear the grips. As usual, Alia refused any suggestions from her mother, and dropping the thoughts, got ready to perform her routine.

Alia used a springboard to get to the high bar, and as soon as she caught it, began her giants, they were okay, but she would have given herself an unsatisfactory. She moved to the lower bar, and then kind of stood on the lower bar after turning, and leaned forward, catching the high bar on her hands and then let go, letting her body do a flip before catching the bar, nearly missing it. She felt okay about it, but still was not satisfied. Moving forth, she jumped to the lower bar, moving quickly, with a swiftness she was kind of proud of. This was the most fluid she had been on the bars, ever. She let go of the lower bar, doing a side ways split in the air, and caught the higher bar, then stopped herself on top, doing a hand stand, then started her turns again. Letting go once again, she tried to do a more complicated move, but as she came back to grab the bar, missed and fell to the ground. She landed on her ankle, and staggered to the side slightly before actually falling onto the mat. She felt her ankle throb as she sat there for a moment, slightly dumbfounded, and upset. She convinced herself it would go away, and then stood up, ready to start again. She winced as she put weight on it, and went to the springboard, starting again.

[McKayla Liz Gilbert]

McKayla froze for a moment as she watched a man walk in and let the door bang closed. She got startled a bit inside, yet she didn't show it. She then just stoof up tall as he spoke without any soft side to his voice. His studio? Oh, of course! He must be the gymnastics coach. She just swallowed and cleared her throat so her voice was soft, yet loud enough he could hear from the distance between them. "I'm sorry, I just stumbled upon the gymnastics studio and wanted to practice some of my skills.." She knew he wouldn't want her life story.

She wondered if he saw her do that basic move on the vault. It was just a warm up move. She was still a bit rusty on her gymnastic moves and landings. She wondered if she can still remember some basic moves on the other apparatus. Yet she knew after her slipping in, she may not even be able to enter the gymnastics studio anymore. She knew it was a stupid idea to practice early before trying out for BRRA's gymnastics team. Yet you never know what the coach's personality might actually be.

She noticed different students entered the studio and slipped into the lockers and came back out. She glanced at each of them as some were warming up, and others were practicing at one of the apparatuses. She let out a silent sigh as she waited for the coach to tell her the punishments or maybe something good after all.

[Antione Hoefflin]

Antione shifted the clipboard he was holding as he looked the girl up and down, arching his eyebrow at the clothes she was wearing. At least she took her shoes off. He told himself.

He listened to her speak and arched both eyebrows. "Skills, as in plural? Good, it means that there might be hope for you." He knew his words were cutting, but that's just the way he was. If this girl wanted to be on his team, she had to know who he was. Antione wasn't the type of person to be all nice and gentle when first meeting someone just for them to know he was as hard and steel once they really started working. "Maybe next time you stumble upon my studio you could at least be wearing a leotard." It was a statement, not a question.

The coach wasn't stupid and new when the other girls slipped in behind him, he just chose not to say anything as it wasn't official training time so they were here on their own time.

His gaze shifted as he saw Alia walk up to the bars, and he carefully watched her every move. He took a move forward at her first release move, but held himself back. It was when she lost to regrasp and landed on the ground that he began to move. "Don't even think about it, Williams!" He yelled as the girl headed back toward the springboard. "Sit down!" Sure, he expected the best from his girls, but he wasn't going to win any meets of they broke.

[Samantha 'Sam' Lawrence]

Sam stretched out the rest of the muscles in her body, taking a rather long time to do so. To her surprise, Cara had come in right after she had, even though she had left early. Her neck rolled clockwise, then counter clockwise, shoulders doing the same afterwards. Her stretches were nearly done by the time Alia had walked in also. A light smile played over her lips as she heaved herself off of the ground. Once standing she preformed a back bend, holding it for a good thirty seconds. Sam bobbed lightly on her finger tips while doing so.

When she finally finished with the last of her warmups, Sam walked over to the vault that wasn't in use. Dipping her hands in the chalk, and wiping off the excess, she prepared to work on her Kasamatsu. No matter what, she wanted to master that single move out of all of her options. With a deep exhale, she raced to the springboard. In her approach she preformed a front handspring onto the springboard. As she pushed off the horse she shaped her body properly. The landing bounced her back slightly. Gritting her teeth she returned to chalk, applying more. While doing so she heard the coach yell again, but it wasn't to the new girl, it was to Alia. She bit the inside of her lip again and turned away, readying herself for another go at the vault.

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

Cara made it to the top of the rope, placing a hand on the ceiling, before she went down the rope, making sure to allow herself to slide as the last thing she needed right now was rope burn. And then repeated the process another six times, then with her arms burning, she released the rope and dropped the short distance to the ground, shaking the tingling feeling from her hands.

Her oddly coloured eyes swept over the room, deciding what she wanted to work on that day. She knew that Coach would expect her to put a good amount of time working on her floor routine, but the good thing about that, was that she could sharpen skills for the floor on the beam or vault as well as in dance. Her eyes stopped on the unused beams and decided that this was where she would spend this practise.

Gliding over to the beam, she adjusted the spring board so that it was in the correct place for where she needed it. Then, walking back to the end of the mats, she dunked her hands into the chalk bin and then clapped them remove the chalk that she didn't need, walking to the edge of the mat, she bounced on the balls of her feet as she eyed up the beam, she pressing off with her toes, she ran forward, did a round off onto the springboard and then moved quickly into and Arabian walk-over. Just as her feet had found the beam she froze as she heard Coach Hoff yell, but when she realised that the shout wasn't directed at her, she went on with her routine: Front aerial walkover, Back flip flop, Layout stepout; Full turn with leg at horizontal; Switch leap with half turn; Split jump, sheep jump; a teza (flic flac in side position with full twist to back hip circle); Onodi (jump bacward with half twist, to forward walkover with stepout), wolf jump with a full turn; free aerial round off, landing on one foot to scale; Switch split ring leap. Standing half way down the beam, she skipped forward and jogged to the end and dismounted with an Arabian double front. She bent her knees as her feet touched the ground and threw her arms up, sticking the landing perfectly

[Alia Williams]

Alia took a deep breath, going over her routine in her mind. She performed each move in her mind, going over the way to mold herself to perform correctly. She sighed, and prepared herself, opening her recently closed eyes. She went to take a step on her injured ankle, preparing to use the springboard to begin again. Don't even think about it, Williams! Screamed in her ears. Her head snapped in the direction of Coach. She wasn't startled by his loud voice, just attentive to him. Sit down! Crap. He'd noticed her fall, and was going to make her sit down! He was just taking away from her practice time, didn't he want her to be the best? Apparently, he thought having her sit down, wasting precious time of practicing was going to help her. She opened her mouth to say something, shut it, politely nodded and stalked towards the bench. Alia bit down on the inside of her bottom lip, trying to hold in the horrible pain that seared through her leg and ankle. She bit down so hard, soon she tasted blood. It was disgusting, the metallic taste in her mouth. She reached the bench, and despite her efforts, limped slightly. Sitting upon the cold, metal bench, she raised her left leg, the one she hurt her ankle on. She pressed her hand against the bottom of her foot, and winced sharply from the pain. Perhaps she jammed it, hopefully. Coach.... she hoped he would let her go on, if he didn't she would have a fit, on the inside of course.

Angry, she began to press harder on the foot, not giving it the break it needed. Stop! She mentally yelled at her ankle. She suddenly felt a wave of tiredness, perhaps it was from working and starving herself. She stretched herself further slightly, and pointed her toes, stretching her leg. She put her leg back on her knee, and began pushing her ankle again, furiously willing it to feel better. She didn't care what Coach said, well she did, but if she had to, she would sneak in after hours to practice.

[McKayla Liz Gilbert]

She glanced over to the coach as he looked her up and down and started scribbling something on his clipboard. Hopefully some good comments about her, yet she doubt that from the clothes she's wearing.

She listened to his reply and gave a tiny grin towards him. "Yes as in plural, and thank you sir.." She replied in her normal voice. It seemed the coach was a bit harsh. Yet she has met coaches like that before. They're just loud and cutting because they want their students, in this case, gymnasts, to push themselves. She understands those coaches. She then heard the coach speak to her once again about wearing a leotard next time. She then frowned inside, she just remembered that she forgot her leotard back home. How stupid can she be? "Yes, sir. The problem is, I forgot my leotard back in my hometown, so I don't really have one.." Hopefully he wouldn't yell at her for making such a stupid mistake. Maybe they can discuss this and figure out a way for her to get a new leotard.

She glanced over to the girl at the bars. She noticed the coach's gaze was at the girl as well. She noticed as she lost her grasp and landed on the ground. She can imagine how many times she has messed up. She then heard the coach yell over towards her. Williams. She bet that was the girls last name. Now she knows the coach calls everyone by their last name.

[Antione Hoefflin]

"Wait there." He said, in a voice that let the girl know that he expected to be obeyed as he walked into his office and grabbed an ice pack, hand towel and ankle support before he headed over to where Alia was now sitting on the bleaches.

She shook his head at her as he knelt down on the ground in front of her and put the items on the ground before he put his now cold hands on the heel of her injured limb and the heel of his other hand against the ball of her foot. "I expect the best from your girls." He said as he looked her in the eye, watching her face as he moved her foot around. "But I do not expect you to run yourself into the ground." He wrapped the towel around the ice pack and then shaped the pack around her ankle. "Remain there for ten minutes. Then put the support on." It was the type that the covered most of the foot as well and came up over the ankle. "Try walking on it, and then. Only then can you assess how much weight you can carry." He stared at her until she gave her assent and only then did he walk back to where McKayla.

"Follow me." He led her to his office and stepping inside the door, he opened the large cupboard that lined one wall and revealed a large number of leotards. "Take your pick." He said as he stepped out of the office so that she could enter and have a look through what he had. Antione made a habit of never being in his office at the same time as a female so that there was no chance of fingers being pointed at him for doing anything untoward.

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

Cara circled her left shoulder to try and loosen it up. Already she was going through her routine step by step, berating herself for the times she had wobbled and yelling at herself for what she could have done better. She was just thankful that Coach had been occupied with Alia's fall from the bars and hadn't been watching her, she would have been in big trouble if he had noticed her novice mistakes.

Shaking her head to remove the fuzziness from her vision, she walked back to the chalk bin, dusted her hands and walked back to the beam. Without using the springboard, she raise her hands in a salute and then as she lowered them she also bent her knees and then jumped into the air, mounting the beam with a free jump to cross split. Pushing herself up to her feet she danced forward two steps then raised her arms above her head and did a tucked Arabian salto, then straight on to a back walkover and then to a back layout. She brought her right leg up to the horizontal and then went on to do a full turn with her leg at horizontal. Taking a step forward she did an aerial to land on two feet. After a neat pirouette at the end of the beam, she took a step forward and then did an aerial walkover followed by another aerial walkover to stand in scale. Spinning on the balls of her feet, she danced a couple of steps down the beam and then did an aerial cartwheel. Pirouetting again, she dancing a couple of steps and then did a switch split ring leap followed quickly by a Khorkina (a Gainer flic-flac with a full twist), pleased that she didn't wobble on the landing. She then did a tucked side salto. Turning to face the other end of the beam, she danced forward three steps and then did a front tuck salto, sticking the landing on the beam perfectly. Turning she did a switch split leap, followed by a switch split ring leap. Stepping forward, she did a scale pirouette and then danced forward a couple of steps before she did a round off and then dismounted with a triple twist, sticking the landing facing the beam with her arms stretched above her head. Her arms dropped to her sides and she massaged her left shoulder with her right hand, wincing in pain as it felt hot even though the thin fabric of the leotard.

[Samantha 'Sam' Lawrence]

Sam slowly grew bored with doing the same thing on the vault, well, the vault in general. Once you had pretty much nailed the move, it was just repetition, repetition. She knew that she didn't have to keep doing the same thing, so her gaze fluttered over to the uneven bars, checking out the high bar. An internal debate went on inside of her. Deciding if she just wanted to swing around on the high bar, or go off to the beam where Cara had been working. If she did the high bar, there really was no point, as she was NOT going to kill herself trying to get on and off of the low bar today. Her lips pinched tightly together as she walked over to the unused beam.

She looked at it for a moment, trying to remember how she had seen one of the Olympic gymnasts mount the beam. It looked like she had done a Handstand Full Pirouette to mount it. It was amazing to watch in the girl perform, and Sam hoped that she got the chance to try it one day. Today wasn’t the day to try the full pirouette, but at least get the handstand right and as much of the pirouette done. She bounced lightly on the mat beneath her, pushing with her arms, and bringing her legs straight in the air. Her hands a rather large amount of steps just to get half way, but while she was still upside down, her arms began to feel like Jell-O underneath her. Calmly, she lowered her legs to the beam, standing with her left foot in front of the right. With a deep breath, she performed two back handsprings to get herself off of the beam.

[Alia Williams]

Alia watched him and heard his words, and the tone of his vocal cords. As soon as he was out of ear shot, she groaned silently. Why didn't she hold on tighter, or at least make an effort to fall in a way that wouldn't make her sit out for awhile. Then, before she knew it, he was back, kneeling before her with ice. Alia watched him as he shook his head and nearly rolled her eyes, upset she was wasting precious time on the bench. She jolted, flinching, as his cold hands touched her (particularly sensitive) feet. She gritted her teeth, wincing slightly as he moved her foot. Alia had a very high pain tolerance but at the moment, this one was really causing her pain for some reason. Maybe, it was because it was from a different apparatus then the usuals, but she had fallen from the bars several times, this one should be no different. Alia's blue eyes stared into his own, not faltering from his gaze. She wanted to protest like a child and yell I'm not running myself into the ground! but that was in fact what she was doing, or verging on. She flinched again slightly from the cold enveloping her foot and ankle. She nodded her head at first, and then the words clicked her head with understanding. Ten minutes?!?!?! raged her mind and herself on the inside, she could of turned red in anger, but simply bit her tongue, holding her silence. Ten minutes, that was half of her training time to her, she wanted to go bonkers, but raged silently on the inside. She nodded, and blinked her dark blue eyes, ten minutes, why not slit her throat. She was dramatic, so what? When he was gone, she again silently groaned and splayed herself out on the bleachers, elevating her ankle and foot on her leg.

She immediately sat up, peering over at the new girl and Coach like a curious child. Hmmm, it seemed he was giving her a selection of leotards, so she forgot one.... hmmmm. She watched as Coach stepped out of the office before the girl had even taken a step forward or even moved a muscle. A slightly amused grin lopsided her lips as she watched, he was pretty smart. Avoiding the presence of girls when he was in his office to miss accusations if they were to come his way. She sighed, each minute seemed to drag on, taking longer than the next. When it seemed it would never end, she wanted to kill herself. Watching the other girls at the gym, she took in their skills and movements, using this time to calculate how good her opponents were Though she knew that Cara really wasn't out to get anyone, she felt very competitive to the smaller girl. Alia was always on her toes around Cara, she knew the girl was a person to watch out for, one of those elites, and being in Cara's presence usually made her shove herself over the edge. Finally, she knew it had been ten minutes. She stood up, and the pain that seared through her nearly caused her to fall flat on her face. Her face drained of color as she held in the pain, but shook her head silently. She bit into her already cut lip, wincing in the pain, it was like when you got up, bumped into something, jumped in surprise, and clashed into something else. She walked around, ignoring the horrid pain that made her want to cry, why was it hurting so much? Maybe it was just an after kick from the old one. Hopefully. She decided that she was going back to the bars. She wouldn't gt behind, she thought, as she walked proudly across the gym to the bars, using every ounce of her will not to limp or anything like that. Her whole body, senses and brain screamed at her to stop putting weight on it, not liking the pain, but she kept her march.

As she approached the bars she used the spring board again, and began her routine. After awhile and the usual moves, she went back to the move she fell on. Attempting it again, this time, she snagged the bar and held on for dear life. Then she was ready for her dismount. After doing giants, she let go, did a double tuck twist and then landed on the mat. She would of described her pain as indescribable, at first, she thought she was ok, then she felt her leg just give, and found herself on the floor. She sat there for a second, before grasping her ankle and rubbing it slightly. Some could of described it like it felt as thought it was broken, but Alia just felt piercing pain and the need to get up. She stood up, but getting half way up, she found herself stumble and was on the ground again. Get up! Scolded her mind, and she once again attempted to get up, stood up, took a step, found herself on the ground, again. She felt like a new born animal, trying to stand up and then poof, on the ground. She wanted to scream, it frustrated her she couldn't get up, and she just sat there, for once knowing when it was time to stop.