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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 - 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 - 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄

The sheets ruffled and shifted beneath me. I rolled over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling.

My restless eyes, not wanting my body to shut down and let me sleep. Each time I tried to keep them shut, they'd open again after a few minutes.

I sat up, my blanket folding over. I shut my eyes and took deep breaths in. The music playing, I made every turn, flip, and jump. I got a perfect ten.

I had to get a perfect ten. This was it. My final gymnastics meet until I leave for college. Everyone watching each move I made. If my toes being were pointed to the stage the smile I kept on my face would stay.

This was my chance to prove to everyone who has ever doubted me wrong. My chance to prove you can indeed start gymnastics as a twelve-year-old who can barely do the splits.

I was going to win gold. I could see it already. The widest smile ever, a scholarship, possibly maybe even a chance to go to the Olympics.

My eyes shot open again. The clock read 2 AM. I have to be up in four hours. Above it was all sorts of old scribbles I had drawn when I had first started gymnastics. They ranged from leotards to gymnasts I once aspired to be like.

I tossed the blanket off my lap and threw my feet over the edge of my bed before taking a small hop down.
The wooden floorboards creaked underneath my weight. I stopped moving my feet when I was met with a sparkly navy leotard.

Gemstones down the whole right arm with accents of yellow. I guided my hand down the leotard, feeling the bumps of the gems under my coarse hands, the slick texture of the leotard itself.

It already felt as if it were on my body.
My gaze had been ripped away from the leotard when someone had opened the door abruptly.

"Maxine? It's like two in the morning; go to sleep, loser." It had been my twin brother, Max, his voice hoarse like he had just woken up.

I rolled my eyes just at the sound of his voice. "How about you go to sleep, idiot?" I retorted, taking a step to the side to make part of myself visible from the doorway.

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. He muttered something under his breath before shutting the door as quiet as possible and hobbling back to his room.

I had yawned for the first time in what felt like ages. I did a quick stretch before walking back to my bed and plopping onto it.

The music played in my mind, another me doing each routine on each event before the darkness slowly swallowed my mind whole.

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𝐂 𝐑 𝐄 𝐃 𝐈 𝐓 𝐒 - euphoricssss

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