Once Upon A Pink Suitcase|✔️

Chapter Seven:

"H-hello..." I stutter, hoping he doesn't notice the deep pink crawling up to my checks. He rubs the back of neck, smiling down at me.

Down. At. Me.

I am 5 feet and 2 and 1/3 inches.

Yes that 1/3 inch does count.

When I was younger I was a very good gymnast. I could flip across the beam faster the most of the girls in Seawave Gym. I was doing ariels before half of the girls could do a successful handstand. I was told I could make it to the Olympics, I guess I was just that good.

flashback:
"hey mom?" An innocent ten year old girl asks.  "coach wants to talk to us."

"Okay." A tall, thin blond says, sighing and getting up from her spot watching us in the gym.

"Hey Coach Fiona!" I say giggling.

"What's up my little superstar?" We do a double fist bump, and she smiles at me. "Keeping up with the other girls?" She says motioning to the rest of my team who are between 13 and 15 years old.

"Of course!" I say back in a 'duh' tone.

"Mrs Montgomery, can I speak to you?" Coach asks.

"Yes, of course."

"I am sure you are aware of Saige's ability..."

"Yes of course I am."

"Well, I just wanted to point out that she is set up for National's next spring, the USA 14 Division, and at this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if she could land her self a spot on the USA National team in the next olympic trials."

"Wow."  My former mother says in a hushed tone.

"Wow." I say to myself, chalking up my hands ever so slowly.

"I just wanted to tell you to keep her on this track, she loves it and is very good. I would love to continue to be her coach, but you may need something more... professional in the coming years."

end of flashback:

It becomes my turn on the beam, and I will never know the rest of the conversation, but the gym switch two years later made it pretty evident that my mom took Coach Fiona's advice. 

But that dream came tumbling down (hahaha gymnast joke...) when Owen did. I became the personal caretaker and gave up my dream so he could recover quicker. Who knows where I would be if I continued.

Unfortunately I am now small because of my stunted growth, and lacking in my chest area too. Gymnastics drains your energy and works the muscles. A huge plus about gymnastics is I could carbo load because I burned so many calories.

I stared up at him, yes I checked him out, I will admit that.

He looked good, and smelled good too. Since when did he wear cologne?

Thomas was wearing dark blue jeans that fit him nicely, and he had a dark green football sweatshirt on, with his last name sewed on across the arm, and a number 7 patch on the back. Our lucky number.

I twisted my (fake) peral earrings, like I do when I am nervous.

"Nervous about tonight?" he asks.

No, "Yea..."

I am nervous about being weird in front of you.