I was walking to the gym on a cool, windy, May day ready for my state championship gymnastic competition. It’s crazy and my belly won’t stop churning. It’s churning and churning, quickly, It just won’t stop, but I need to do this. At the same time I’m excited. It’s state! My mom and grandma is going to watch which just makes me feel a little bit more anxious, but I know that they will support me in the end. They always do, even if I know I didn’t reach my full potential.
“Team Hurricane!” the announcer exclaimed into the booming microphone expressing his enthusiasm. I saluted in my snug yet beautiful leotard. He called all of the other team names and they saluted after he told them. I was worried; I had butterflies in my stomach that would …show more content…
Hurricane Gymnastics; on floor,” the announcer announced into the microphone while watching overhead. Third position, handstand, over and kick. My routine was quite marvelous, although not perfect. I’m not a professional; and when it got to my round-off and back-handspring it all went down hill. It seemed as if my back-handspring was on my head; I had collapsed in the middle. That brought my score down. The score that I ended up with is a 7.3; I was not happy, but not mad. I was more of disappointed; so was my coach. The last and final event on the agenda is bar; one of my most favorite events of gymnastics. The bar routine that I have is mostly easy, so…. Like before the girl that was hurting my feelings smirked at me, longer than usual. Before doing my routine I chalk my hands so that I don’t get any rips. I’ve had rips so bad that my hands started to bleed, so I try not to let that happen again. In my opinion I did alright; although I could have done better. The judges gave me a 8.1; which is pretty good. In the end I did not win a medal, but I almost never do, so. I’m used to it; even though I kind of do want …show more content…
“Wow,” I replied in amazement. As well as the other girl there.
After the medals were passed out THAT girl came up to me and whispered in my ear “Nah nah nah nah! You are so ugly. Where’d you get it? Your fat mother? Heh.”
“No, and by the way I’m not ugly,” I whispered back to her.
“Are you saying I’M ugly,” she questioned in an angry tone that I didn’t like.
“I’m not saying that. I’m just saying that neither of us are ugly. I am beautiful; you are beautiful and you’re really good, but don’t let it go to your head,” I replied in a kind voice.
“Thank you,” she said like she was about to tears up.
“Your welcome.” I replied in a tone that most likely changed her forever. My mother and grandmother did get me some gifts though. It was their way of saying that I had done a great job. That made me feel better about
“Team Hurricane!” the announcer exclaimed into the booming microphone expressing his enthusiasm. I saluted in my snug yet beautiful leotard. He called all of the other team names and they saluted after he told them. I was worried; I had butterflies in my stomach that would …show more content…
Hurricane Gymnastics; on floor,” the announcer announced into the microphone while watching overhead. Third position, handstand, over and kick. My routine was quite marvelous, although not perfect. I’m not a professional; and when it got to my round-off and back-handspring it all went down hill. It seemed as if my back-handspring was on my head; I had collapsed in the middle. That brought my score down. The score that I ended up with is a 7.3; I was not happy, but not mad. I was more of disappointed; so was my coach. The last and final event on the agenda is bar; one of my most favorite events of gymnastics. The bar routine that I have is mostly easy, so…. Like before the girl that was hurting my feelings smirked at me, longer than usual. Before doing my routine I chalk my hands so that I don’t get any rips. I’ve had rips so bad that my hands started to bleed, so I try not to let that happen again. In my opinion I did alright; although I could have done better. The judges gave me a 8.1; which is pretty good. In the end I did not win a medal, but I almost never do, so. I’m used to it; even though I kind of do want …show more content…
“Wow,” I replied in amazement. As well as the other girl there.
After the medals were passed out THAT girl came up to me and whispered in my ear “Nah nah nah nah! You are so ugly. Where’d you get it? Your fat mother? Heh.”
“No, and by the way I’m not ugly,” I whispered back to her.
“Are you saying I’M ugly,” she questioned in an angry tone that I didn’t like.
“I’m not saying that. I’m just saying that neither of us are ugly. I am beautiful; you are beautiful and you’re really good, but don’t let it go to your head,” I replied in a kind voice.
“Thank you,” she said like she was about to tears up.
“Your welcome.” I replied in a tone that most likely changed her forever. My mother and grandmother did get me some gifts though. It was their way of saying that I had done a great job. That made me feel better about