Riley's pov
They all take me back to my room, this time, locking the door...... -.-
Douche bags...
Hmmm....
What to do now........ O___O
Well, I'm bored!!!!!
Why not work on tumbling......
Don't judge me....
I warm up all my flying stretches.
I perfected my hyper-extended toe-touch, my hyper-extended needle, and my hyper-extended bow and arrow.
My coaches will be proud!
I mean..... If I ever see them again...
NOOOOOO. Riley, don't think like that!!!!!!! :(
I do a tuck. After landing that perfectly, I throw my standing full.
I do that, till I worked out a little combination.
Hey, my room was pretty big.....
I do a standing double back-handsprings, full, lay-out, lay-out, back-handspring, back-handspring, full, full.
Cuz you know..... I'm just beast like that.
I hear a knock on the door, and a guy with curly hair comes in.
He hands me a glass of water.
I cautiouslly take it....
HEY, tumbling makes you thirsty....
I drimk a bunch of it, and my eye lids suddenly become heavy.
My last thought before passing out, was, "The bitch drugged me!!!!!!!"
Fuck.
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