Emma's Gymnastics Story

Time FLIES

Time flew by fast since gymnastics season ended. Then, it was that time of the year with gymnastics again and my birthday! The good time of the year.

Tomorrow is my birthday, so I am super excited. I am turning seven tomorrow. In the morning when I was getting ready for gym, Mom said,"Oh my gosh, Em! You're turning seven tomorrow! More than half a decade old! You are growing up so fast my darling."

I smiled and said,"I know right Mommy! Will I be in like uh second grader?"

Mom sighed and said,"Yes Emmy, it does honey."

I took a deep breath, imagining first grade. I will be in grade school! Well, that just means I'm a big girl.

"Am I gonna be in Haley's school, Mommy?" I asked hopefully.

Mom smiled and said,"Yes sweetie it does. Now please can you stop asking questions and just let me do your hair in peace?"

I nodded in sorrow. She continued to work on my braided bun and when it was finished, she told me to go down and eat the breakfast Josiah made.

I walked downstairs and bounced into the kitchen. The delicious smell of scrambled eggs and bacon floated into my nostrils. I closed my eyes and then realized Josiah made breakfast.

I threw a piece of bacon into my mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. Then I stabbed my fork into the scrambled eggs and threw it into my mouth, gobbling away.

"Did you really make this Josiah?" I said curious. "This is not half as bad as I thought it would be!"

Josiah laughed and said,"Yes it is silly! And wow. You know I actually make pretty good food—well breakfast food—so stop pretending I don't!"

I sulked and said,"Gosh! Sorry! Ugh! But you're only ten, Josiah!"

Josiah raised an eyebrow and said,"Only ten? Dummy! You're SIX years old!"

I frowned and said,"I'm younger and younger people are better! Hah!"

I was so mad at my brother and I unpredictably lifted up my plate of breakfast and scooped the food on the plate out into the trash can. I looked at Josiah, laughing and smirking.

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "I'm telling Mom!!!"

I swallowed a lump and my throat, worrying. My mom will be so mad at me and won't let me go to gymnastics, so I caught up with Josiah and then pushed him away.

"Mommy, take me to gymnastics now!" I exclaimed, slamming the door on Josiah's face.

Mom confusingly looked at the door I was against and said,"Wait, is that Josiah I hear shouting?"

I shrugged and said,"Mommy, let's just go now!"

Mom shouted,"Josiah, go eat your food and stop yelling!"

She picked me up and opened the door. Josiah zipped down the stairs to the kitchen again. I smirked—my plan worked—I mean it always does. Probably because I'm the baby of the family!

"Do you have your gym bag?" Mom said, freezing in the hall.

"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed. "I forgot! I'm just kind of in a rush Mommy—you know, I'm excited!"

Mom chuckled and put me on the floor. "Go get your bag girly!"

I ran to my bedroom and glanced around. I sort of panicked when I couldn't see my bag. But then I remembered I put it under my bed a few weeks ago, so I slid under my bed and swiped my gymnastics bag. Then I dashed out of my room and went to Mommy.