Get a grip

Intro

After rubbing the smooth chalk block over my well worn grips I stepped onto the blue mat under the uneven bars and clapped a large white chalk cloud and turned to the judge. "London kingship," the judge said as one of her arms raised in a salute. I smiled and threw my arms back into a beautiful salute that was back so far my shoulder blades burned. I turned to the bar, my grips clapped the wooden chalk-covered bar causing a another white puff to explode, and swung into a kip-straddle up to handstand. I miniver my hands around the bar into a half turn then I placed my feet onto the low bar and did a circle around the bar, holding on as tightly as I can considering my intensely worn out grips. After regaining my upright position I sprang to the high bar. I flew in to several of the most difficult skills ever preformed by a gymnast. Finally my 3 giants finally into my fullout dismount. I had gotten 10s on all the other events, a 10 on this gets me a definite spot for the Olympics. I whipped around my two first giants but on the third one my tarnished right grip ripped in two causing me to peel off to early into my dismount. I decided to try and do it with a sprinkle of over rotation. I forced my body into two back tucks and the ending full. As I twisted into the full I realized I was not going to make it. The world went into slow motion as I did my last twist I saw my mother and fathers horror filled faces, my mom crying bullets suddenly and my dad clinging to her as they both screamed "London!!" ZAnd ran to me. I did not understand. I was still in my full out what happ-