A/N,
Ciao :D so how’s your summer going ? Already 40 reads on the first part! :O thank youuuuuuu!!!! I love you guys so much. I think this story is going to be so fun to write. It’s even more awesome that you guys like it! Now part 2, enjoyyy (I hope)
Loads of hugs and chocolate ;)
Chlo-ay :D
Part 2,
Emmalyn’s POV:
Dear Koti,
I wish my mom could let me out of my room so I could learn about the world around me. Meet my “people” and everything. She think that protecting me is a good thing, but she is just making our relationship worse!
I want to be able to share my knowledge with others, talk with people in different languages. Just go shopping, go on a walk or even get a haircut in a real hair salon! Those things are so simple, but I never experience them! Those British girls out there are so lucky to be able to do stuffs like that, and more. Of course I am lucky too. But I can’t experience it. Weird I know, it’s hard to explain how I feel. I wish I could go out just for one day and go discover my country . Isn’t it ironic that the princess of England didn’t even travel in her own country?! Well that’s it for today my beloved Koti.
I closed my journal and started spinning in my desk chair. Today was my free day! Meaning no classes! Don’t get me wrong I like learning but sometime my brain got to breath, same with my gymnastic classes. Yes, I am a gymnast! I love being able to bend, climb and be super flexible. My dream is to go to the Olympics. I have a really good coach, she is an international trainer, but she choose to coach me! She even coach the famous Beth Tweddle! The only reason I know about Beth Tweddle is that my mom wants me to go far with my gymnastic (I don’t know how to do that since I am lock in my room all year!) so coach Brie shows me the important international competition so I can learn from the best. I train really hard, three hours and a half per day, six days a week. It’s tiring but I love gymnastic. Coach Brie told me that this year the Olympics are in London! I really want to try to get in, or at least see it. I am going to talk to my mom about it. This is going to be a looong argument since we are both really stubborn person.
I called my mom on my walkie talkie ( I know I know walkie-talkie!) and ask her to come to my room.
“You wanted to ask me something?” she ask as she walk in my room. Today she was wearing a purple pencil skirt and a lacy top with nature design at the bottom left going up to her rib. Her blonde hair pulled back in its usual bun.
“Yes, um…” I took a deep breath “mom, we both know that I have a talent for gymnastic, and you always wanted me to go further with my talent, even though I am lock inside all the time. So I thought that we could tell everyone that I never died, and that I can try to make it to the Olympics. Or we can just do me a makeover so people don’t recognize me. But please let me try out!” I blurted out quickly before breathing in and out to catch my breath.
“No” she answered simply.
“But mom! You know it’s my dream! A normal mom would let me try to accomplish my dream!”
“It’s for your own good” she said simply while folding some of my cloth and putting them in my drawers.
“WILL YOU STOP BEING SO PROTECTIVE?” I yelled before getting up of my chair so quickly and roughly that the chair fell backwards.
“Emmalyn…” she said in a menacing tone, but I didn’t care AT ALL!
“It’s not like you could keep lock inside my whole life!” I shouted.
“Emmalyn Rose Thompson! Stop it right now” her tone was even more menacing, but I wasn’t scared of her, not anymore.
“You know what Katherine ?” I say in a cruel way, not calling her mom on purpose.
“Don’t. Call. Me. Katherine!” a cheeky grin appeared on my lips, I never knew I could be this cruel, but I am sick and tired to follow her like a little dog.
“I FRICKING HATE YOU” my grin got bigger, I just sweared! I never ever do, since my mom doesn’t like it and I use to be too much of a “goody-goody”. Then BAM! She slapped me and just walked out of the room. I let out a frustrated groan and kicked the wall in front of me with my foot.
“Ouch, ow ow ow ow ow!” damn! That hurt. My fists clenched as I got undressed and put on my leotard. (A/N Emmalyn’s leotard on the side, number 9 J). The only thing to do when I am mad: eating and gymnastic. I kind of a eat a bit more than normal people. Okay okay not just a little bit, I eat loads but I don’t gain weight as much as I eat. Thank god, or I would be one fat potato.
In I opened my door quietly, and look down the hallway to see if my mom or anyone was there, then I silently jogged to my own little gym and took off my oversize t-shirt. I made my way toward my radio. It was very old fashion but it worked really well. I put CD of Michael Jackson songs on and my all-time favorite song, Beat it, started playing. I put the volume up as high as I could. Luckily for me, all the walls, and windows, had this thingy so that you don’t hear anything out of the room. Especially the bedrooms, I guessed with a cheeky smile.
I did a quick warm up before choosing between floor and uneven bar, my two favorite, and best events. I finally settled on floor, I walk back over to the radio and played my floor music, a bit of Beat It and Thriller. It was one of my favorite routine, but it was an old one meaning my level of gymnastic was lower. I remember struggling to learn and do every move and leaps, but now they seem so much easier. (A/N Emmalyn’s routine on the side, all credit to the wonderful gymnast :D ) When I finished, I let out a happy sigh. All the thoughts about the fight were gone now. I decide to work on my latest routine; this one was really challenging since it was one of the routine that Shawn Jonson did at the Olympic! I breathe in and play the floor music, I had the slower version since it went pretty fast, so now I had more time to do all the leaps, jumps etc. Right now it was a hard routine, but who knows maybe it will become as easy as my Michael Jackson routine. If it does, it will mean I could go far.
A/N
I was going to make it long update, but my computer is soooooooooooooooooooooo slow, like worse than turtle slow! And since I’m not a gymnast I have to look up all those things about gymnastics, before writing this I didn’t even know how what leotards where! Now my computer is really bugging so I couldn’t even open Youtube and search Shawn Jonson’s Olympic floor routine, sorry L as you might know I am overseas for vacation, then I will be moving back here again in august, so really busy summer for me but I am trying to find to write for you guys. And about 50 read on the other part! :O thank youuuu I will try to upload faster, but I can’t promise anything! OMG my computer is working now for some reason!!
Thank you again, now I have to go help my grandma cooking! :D
Loads of love and fun for this summer
Chloeee Styles ;)
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