A quick story about me and uneven bars, we don't get along. Uneven bars is my worse event, and I prefer floor and vault.
I put my grips on and began to practice. I begin with some giants, and then I moved on to practice my routine. After several minutes I dismounted, and I went over to talk to Phil.
"So here is the game plan," Phil said.
"I will set the camera up over here , and spot you," he stated.
"Sounds like a plan," I commented.
10 even bars routines later, Phil said we were done with uneven bars. I made a huge sigh of relief.
"I take it that unevens isn't your favorite event," Phill said.
I chuckled and looked at him. "When I was younger unevens and I were like BFFS, but now....let's just say we aren't friends anymore," I commented.
"So to the vault we go," Phil replied. I made a little woo hoo noise.
"What are your vaults," he asked.
"I Amanar," I said while smiling.
"Well, I will be the judge of that,"he smirkily stated.
I grabbed some chalk, and chalked my feet up. I take a deep breathe, and ran. I hit the springboard, and launch into the air. I hit the orange mat, and didn't move. I the proceed to salute the nonexistent judges.
Phil's face was priceless. "I told you I can vault," I said.
"Luckily I had the camera rolling," Phil replied.
The next hour was spent recording my beam and floor exercise.
"And cut," Phil replied. We were done filming.
"Thank you so much," I told him.
"I will submit the video right now, and if or when they reply I will call your house," he told me.
"Ok, once again thank you," I said while waving goodbye.
I went to my locker, and then ran outside to get my bike. As I went outside I noticed the sky was dark, and muggy. 'Well this is just great,' I thought.
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Finding Balance
Teen FictionEmily, a seasoned gymnast, lives in a small town in Norther Tennessee. It has been several years since her mom's death, and she is still trying to cope with it. One day, her life is turned upside down when she discovers that is not eligible to compe...
