Standing in the hot gym was routine to me. I have been doing gymnastics for all my life. The only problem was that, being on vacation in Florida, I wasn’t in my gym. I actually enjoyed the experience with the new team, but over all, I have to give it to the coach, Ashley. Ashley had long curly hair, black as night, and brown sparkly eyes that smiled whenever Ashley did.
She was nice and I liked her except in this one situation in which all good thoughts toward her were erased as she stood in the middle of the worn gray-blue floor, beckoning me to my doom. “Its one skill,” she shouted from the middle of the floor. Read more »