Chosen

Chapter 7

"Do you really think this is a good idea?". Irene asked.

"I dont want you to be an embarrassment to my person, and make my life here more miserable". She said.

"Chill out Sis, they're gonna adore you when they recognize my presence". I said.

"Oh boy, I'm surely gonna regret this". She said.

I and irene are presently in front of her gymnasium, it's very close to her middle school building. Today I'm following her for her practice, and also watch a live drama.

We walk in to the big gymnasium, with very magnificent architecture, it was divided into two, male and female, as usual each sector had two coaches, and the gymnastic instrument, beam, bar, vault and the most magnificent of them all, the floor.

"Would you quit mopping around? It's embarrassing". Irene said.

I ignored her, I really dont care, there is a lot to take in, in here, and I dont always have the opportunity of escorting my little sis to her gym practices. So I'm taking it all in.

"Morning Mrs Matthews". Irene greeted, who I guess, is her coach.

"Morning Ian, hope you had a nice day? You can strip and lets get to work, shall we?". Mrs Mrs Matthews said.

Irene stripped of the Jeans and hoody off, exposing her gym suit.

She went straight to the bar, as is her best gym instrument, and boy is she good at it. She jumped on it, did some front flips, after which she did back flips, , going back to the beginning of the beam, splited, half ran on it and did the final flips in the air and landed on both feets, with her hands raised straight up over her head. You could call her 'the queen of the beam'.

"Woah, that was lit, like seriously though woooo". I said, as I applauded, only I realized I was making some noise, and jubilating, which I guess is not done in practice, except in competitions, you know, where spectators are.

Irene just looked at my direction and face palmed herself, probably embarrassed already.

"Miss Ian, good work on the beam, but you need improvement on the bar, I'll join you shortly". With that Mrs Matthews left to coach some other girls.

"Are you Kidding me? Was that really necessary?". She said.

"I was simply cheering my cute little sister's performance". I said.

"Awwn I appreciate, but can you do that in a more quiet and civil way?". She said.

"Ok quiet, I get that, but civil?". I said, I mean cant we just cheer anyhow we want to.

"This gymnasium is filled with more of you know, royal blood, influential or wealthy families and stuff". She said.

"Oh ok then, that says a lot of how and why it's this magnificent ". I said.

"Well, hello there insufficient Ian". I heard a really girly voice say, I instantly turn and behold approaching us, a girl my sister's age, all dressed up in a fab designer's gym suit, manicured nails and feet, perfect ponytail, (and I quote from, you guess who) looks like she was hit by a make-up truck.

Irene just put on a bored face, noticing my questioning looks, and replied.

"Yup that's her, the one and only Lana Lorrel. Born into a highly influential family with a lineage of great gymnasts, sassy, saucy, stupid, little brat". She said.

"I expected her to have goons, following her about, where are they?". I said. Which made Irene laugh.

"Oh come on, Lana is too self-centered to even have her own goons". She said.