I try hard not to fall of the beam. "Focus Tiffany! You're too stiff! If you wanna be good at par core, you have to focus!" Says my sister, Alex.
"Can't you see I'm trying?! I've tried so hard to focus and block out the distractions for two weeks and I still can't do it! I swear there's something wrong with me!" Alex looks at me doubtfully. "Please! If there's anything wrong with you, it's that you can't stop arguing! Now let's go over to this beam where you have more space."
She leads me over to a wider beam and I step on. I start walking slowly. Little kids in the same room come over to the beam and cheer me on. "Focus on the beam Tiff." Alex reminds me.
I start to get dizzy and cloister phobic. "Why are you guys upside down?" I ask. My sister gives me a confused look. "Huh?" Then it went black.
