Burned

Chapter two

Another day of practice rolls around. Today I have several goals I need to complete if I want to make it to the Olympics. I need to get my triple back handspring on the beam and my back tuck dismount.

Time to get to work.

First. Warm up. A couple of conditioning skills should suffice.

Second, practice all routines. Floor, bars, vault, and last beam.

Third, accomplish goals.

I got this

After practice I was supposed go for ice cream with lily

But Lilly disappeared again. I wonder where she is.

Since I have so much homework I have i should run home. I guess it's just extra training I guess.

It's also raining really hard so I should get home quick before it gets worse. It has been raining a lot lately.

With each stride I take I breath. I can feel the rain running down my face.

All I can think about is my warm bed. And maybe a drink of tea.

Then the reminder of homework crushes me... I hate homework, it always gets in the way of my training and my teachers don't understand that. one of my teachers is an amputee, he lost on eof his arms in a war, I don't know which though. I usually get lost in his class, either that or I skip. his name is Mr. Smith, what a generic name! he teaches English. English is by far one of the stupidest subjects. its English I use it every day how  hard could it be.

I could hear the sound of thunder in the distance.

Mr. Smith is one of those teachers that tries to be relatable to his students. if being relatable were a subject, he would fail. He is so cringe and awkward. Its like he wants me to hate him

High school is probably one of the most cringe times of  a teens life. There is the edgy emo phase, the phase where you think punk is cool and you want tattoos and you want to be independent aka a lone wolf. The hipster phase, when you think all things  old and retro are cool and  you start using the word rad all the time instead of the word cool.

There are so many phases in a teens life, of course some things aren't phases though. My uncle for example, he is edgy and he has been that way since middle school. His tattoos stretch all over his body. He has long think black hair and he's in a really cool band. I just wish I could say you would know them. They aren't very popular, but they play really good music. People just take one look a them and decide that they are too punk for them. But the thing is they pay more then punk and they are really good if you just give them a chance.

people always say they don't judge but then they go on and judge people. I think that judging is just a part of being a human and we cant help it. As much as we wished we could say that we don't judge the book by the cover and that we always give people a chance, we cant. Well we can but its just not true. Being human comes with flaws and that's just one of them.

before I know it I'm on the street by my house. I always get side tracked when I'm running, I get lost in my thoughts and before I know it I'm where I need to be. Strange that I don't even have to think about where I need to go to get there.

Every step I take my foot splashes in a puddle, I'm soaking wet. I look around just to look around me, I always take my abilities for granted, some people cant see. But I can so I might as well take it in.

There are a tons of telephone wires around the street outside of m neighborhood. They stand tall and leer over the houses and streets. They look like tall trees that have been de-branched and made into crosses to hold up all these wires.

The thunder keeps getting louder.

I'm almost home, I start to run faster, the thought of being dry motivates me.

I hear a crash

Wait what