17 year old Ivan Ian in his last year in high school. But is left with a question of what next, he doesn't just want to go to college or university like other people but wants to be outstanding and unique. With that he pulls all others with him th...
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Officer Eunice.
"He's always getting on my nerves, sometimes I just cant bear it anymore, how did we even become friends?".
That's Bridget complaining to me on a phone call, now you might wonder, did Ricky apologise?. Well oh yes he did. was he nice or still the sarcastic annoying ass he is? Oh yes he was.
"Answer me how?"
"You became friends because you love each other.....as friends". I said, not knowing what to say though.
"No, we became friends through you, as far back as then, I remember how sausy he was, you're the only reason why we are 'friends'. She said, calling the last word in a disgusting manner.
"Look Bridge we cant give up on him, it's up to us to change his sassy character"
"We've been trying for years, and where did that lead me to? Oh yes I know, holding a knife right know and stabbing his forehead on his hard copy picture"
Oops things are really getting out of control.
"Bridge I'll think of something...a plan, something we'll do and he'll humble himself, just chill for now dont act, ok?"
"Ok, be quick though, I'm running out of his hard copy pics, dont wanna injure the victim himself"
"Ooook that's creepy, anyways bye"
"Bye"
Ricky ricky ricky, when will you drop your sassy attitude?
"We'll answer that right after you watch my rehearsal"
I spun my head so fast I think it cracked. Irene standing impatiently by my bedroom door frame, dressed in her gymnastic wear.
"Did I say that out loud?"
"Yeah you did, now come on"
She almost dragged me out of the bed. I stayed put.
"Where exactly?"
"To the garage"
"Why"
"Oh for tutu sake, will you PLEASE follow me to the garage and watch my floor performance, and give me some feedback?". She said, almost pleading.
"Ok, but first, what's the magic word?"
"Do we have to do this?"
"Yes we do"
"Ughhhhh, please my good looking handsome big brother ivan?"
"Not complete"
She's already gritting her teeth, I just love these moments.
"Please, with a cherry on top". She said with a complete fake smile.
Whatever I'll manage.
"Ok lead the way"
"Thank you, ughh"
We reach the garage and irene showed me some of her floor moves, you see in gymnastics there are four main things the bar, the beam, the vault and the floor.
Irene is a supernatural on the floor, her ballet steps sure helps a lot.
But there's just something about today's rehearsal its.....
"Hey didn't you hear me?"
"Yeah I'm sorry what was that?"
She face palmed herself and moved her head sideways.
"Can you please concentrate?"
"Ok I will"
She went over the dance again, and definitely she's trying too hard.
"So.....some review"
"Ok first off, that was good, but I kinda feel you're going too hard on yourself....."
She gave me a 'if you say it I'll kill you look'.
"....you're trying too hard".
She probably boiling now because she turned red all of a sudden.
"That's it get out of here, I'll practice myself and review myself all by myself ".
"Look I dont mean to discourage you I just feel this particular practice is strange and there's a reason"
She looked at the ground and frowned.
"Yeah you're right, it is a big different.....want to know why?"
She said with such sly smile.
"BECAUSE STUPID LANA UP HER GAME AND IS SOO IMPRESSING THE BOARD RIGHT NOW.....I FEEL SOO...soo..."
"Intimated? Yes."
"Ok I'll go with that". She said feeling so sad and frustrated.
She sat on a chair, I squatted beside her.
"What if I dont make it to the finals?"
"Are you kidding, you've got the most rare talents in gymnastic and everyone notes that about you, you're an Ian for Pete's sake, and no sassy, big headed, too-much-make-up chick should kill that in you. Dont be intimidated by her perfect and lovely moves..."
"That last part is soo not helping"
I laughed.
"What I'm trying to say is, perfect that rare ability in you, and show everyone what you're truly made of. One thing about competition that many people dont know, is that, you dont try to be better than your opponent, you try to be different and bring out what really lies deep down in you"
"Ivan that was a really nice speech, I think my eye stings already". She said wiping imaginary tears. I scoffed.
Then I feel those little arms wrapped around me.
"Thanks for always getting my back, you're the best".
"Awwn thanks sis"
Then she quickly stood.
"Wooo now that drama's all over I think I should head to the gymnasium"
"See ya"
Then she mumbled...
"Cant believe I really said that blech"
"What did you say?"
"YOU'RE THE BEST"
whatever.
I climbed up to my room and got a phone call from the jerk himself. I picked it up.
"Hey dude what's up? Did you hear of the state school competition?"
"Hey jerk what's up? Did you apologise like I told you to?
"Ughhhh not that matter again?"
"Oh yes it is, your crap is getting old dude"
"Yeah I hear that all the time, and exactly who keeps on saying that......um.....oh yeah I remember YOU"
"I dont have that kind of time to argue with you right now, what state school competition again"
"Finally, it's some dum competition schools are taking against each other, in all aspects debate, track events, football, tennis etc blah blah blah, and our school's partaking for sure"
"Did they select students or do you choose what you want to compete on?"
"As a matter of fact that's why I called you duffus, turns out you fall on our schools debate competitors, suprise"
