How To Perform

My phone keeps ringing. Who is calling me at six in the morning? Crap I have practice this morning. Oh gosh I’m gonna be late. I jump out of bed and run for my phone.
“Hello?” I ask half out of breath.
“Where are you? Practice starts in 10 minutes.” Replies my best friend Erin. I have known Erin since sixth grade. We both started gymnastics when we were young. Then she moved here and we were the only two in gymnastics at level eight.
“I know. I just overslept. Coach will have to forgive me. I just am really tired.”
“Look, you need to get here. He is going to be mad. Save the excuses for him and hurry up!” Erin hangs up on me.
“Thats just rude.” I say into the phone.

I run into my closet and grab my gym bag and throw on my sweats and flip-flops. I grab my coffee cup and my car keys. Then I run out of the door locking it and bolt for the elevator. The doors close just as I get there. ‘Crap’ I think to myself. I bolt for the stairs and start sprinting down them. I get down to the lobby and run to the front doors.

“You’re running late aren’t you?” Jeff says from behind the front desk.
“Yup. I’ll see you later. Sorry. Bye!” I say as I continue to run to my car. I finally get there and jump in. I’m finally on my way.
I pull into the parking lot with two minutes left before practice starts. I jump out of the car holding my gym bag and sprint into the gym.
As soon as I open the door Erin walks up and says “Wow! You weren’t kidding when you said you used to do track and field.”
“Erin not the time! Wheres coach?” I respond.
“He is in his office. You need to change! You’re going to be in so much trouble!” Erin says as she runs into the gym to begin stretching.
I run into the gyms changing room and take off my sweats. Leaving just my tanktop and my shorts on overtop of my leotard. I run out to stretch and coach is there.
“Youre late again.” Coach said as I ran out.
“I know. Im really sorry. But practice doesn’t start for another 30 seconds.” I respond as I stop and start stretching.
“You need to stretch before we practice. Practice does not consist of stretching.”
“Look Ridge. I know and I’m sorry that I’m late. But it was your sisters birthday last night. She is upset that you didn’t even call her to say happy birthday.”
“Fine. You get off this time. But you still have to run two laps. And no arguing.”
“Fine.”
“Everyone. Once you're done stretching you can go to your station and start practice. I will be coming around to help you all.” Coach says to everyone. He turns to me and says “You better start running. We have go a lot to work on.” Coach and I were a couple in high school and after we broke up we remained really close friends. Even though he is my coach I have always called him by his first name, Ridge. His is only one grade higher than me.

I start to run my laps and I over hear three of the women sitting there watching practice talking about me and Ridge.
“I remember hearing that he used to date her.” Said the superficial blond one.
“No way. They seem like polar opposites” Said the Superficial Brunette.
“I mean she has no talent whatsoever. All she ever does is run. I could do more than her.” Said the small black haired one.
“I know right!” The Brunette and the Blonde respond at the same time.
As I start to pass them I say “You think you have more talent than me. Well stick around for the whole practice. Then you will know for sure!” and I continue to run my laps ignoring their stares. If looks could kill I’m pretty sure I would be dead. After my last lap I stop at my water bottle and get a drink of water. Then I walk over to Ridge who is helping one of the younger students with her backhandspring. “Coach, where do you want me to start?” I ask a little out of breath.

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