Dear Diary,
Today Coach Taylor determined whether I made it to the Squad of Gymnasts School. Even though I tried my best I didn't make it. My ball was just not good enough. I'm horrible at ball and I'm never in time.
When Nana (my grandma) came to pick me up, I practised hard with my turquoise ball. She could see the sadness on my face. I was really angry. After a while, I pushed past her and walked angrily home.
As we walked home, Nana stopped at an ice cream shop to grab me a mango ice cream. She didn't say anything but I cooled down immediately.
At dinner, Nana asks me what happened at the gym. I told her the truth. Nana said that it was my first time. Before bed, I worked out so much that my legs started to kill me.
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