Olympic Tear

Practicing a day gymnastics final competition

Today was Friday, I was finishing up my last class which was chemistry, I ace that class every time. So it was 3:04 and I started to pack up and I realized I had gymnastics practice, then, I realized I have a final state gymnastics competition which determines if you make it to the Olympics or not. So then it changed to 3:14 real fast, so I told all my friends bye and Trey Palmer was suppose to come to my final state. I got my car key and headed out of the school and told my friends and my ex bye. We're close friends now instead of dating, I got cheated on but for some reason we made things workout.. so I headed in my car and told Jenny and Mary bye. Jenny had just got her first car, a red 2007 Porsche 911. It was a nice one too. But I'd figured anyways it smoke my 2012 335i, but I don't know because a 335i has the Xdrive which means all she'll drive along with the M performance package, but that's besides the point. I cracked it up and man that exhaust note. I forgot I had Sport+ mode on. So I headed home to change and get ready for practice. But I kinda sat in space. Thinking, "Maybe I shouldn't go." I mean I'm advanced anyways there's no need to go", or I said "I have too much homework." Which was actually true, but that fact was it wasn't really that much stuff to do, I just had algebra and literature, for both I had to write a 30 paragraph essay about different ways you could solve different problems. But I figured I should probably do it now and get it over with, 5 hours later. The coach called and said "You won't make it to state final." So technically that meant I wouldn't get into the Olympics. The anger pressured and pressured. Day by day, I would stay locked up in my room. Hoping no one would come busting in. Day by day. I would get so rude to my best friends that I know I will get unfriended one day. Day by day, days got worse, sickening, tiring, I knew I was slowly dying.