Four year old Emma June starts gymnastics and immediately falls in love with it. She levels up quickly over years and is definitely a natural at it. Although she faces many hardships throughout the years, such as injuries, parental problems, loss of...
Two Months After the Divorce... "Rise and shine, darling!" Mom said, stretching out the curtains, letting nature's sunshine peek through.
I sat up on my bed and stretched, rubbed my eyes, and yawned. Today is my first day of school! My mom is going to homeschool me—she found out that it was the best choice considering how much time I need for dance and gymnastics.
"Morning already?" I said tiredly. "I just fell asleep!"
She laughed and then sat on my bed with me. "Well, that's how fast time is, Em!"
"I'm tired..." I said, laying back down. "Can we pleaseeeeee just skip school for today?"
She frowned and replied,"No! Today is your first day of school along with Josiah and Haley who have already went to school! Now stop being lazy and get down right now!"
I groaned and then she pulled the blankets off me. "I'm cold now!"
She glared at me and then said,"Go change and come down as soon as possible."
"But why do I need to change, Mommy?" I said. I imagined homeschooling just all cozy with pajamas and everything! Well turns out it's not!
"You're gonna wanna sleep with those comfy pajamas on, sweetie." she answered and then left.
I looked down at my pjs. I was wearing a white fuzzy silk tank top with comfy soft silky white shorts paired with it. It is pretty comfy, though. But since I had to change, sadly, I went to my closet and picked out a pink short sleeve shirt saying 'Daddy's Girl' on it with comfy gray leggings. Then I ran downstairs to the new room we will be doing our school in it, which used to be Daddy's office. Mommy was sitting on the table reading a book all ready for me.
"Hey Mama!" I greeted her, happily sliding down on the comfy velvet seat cover.
She put her book down and readjusted her glasses. "Hey, Emmy Lemmy!"
She calls me 'Emmy Lemmy', because my favorite fruit is lemons, which is apparently uncommon, and Lemmy is kinda a shortcut, I guess, of lemons? I don't really know!
"Im hungrymess," I said, feeling my growling and grumbling tummy. "Is there food?"
She groaned and said,"Can we just have one moment without an interruption? Okay, there is food, lemme just go get it for you. Want Cheerios or Fruit Loops?"
"Fruit loops!" I said, squeezing the pouch or pens and pencils.
As she poured the milk into the cereal in the cereal bowl, she looked at what I was doing and said,"Hey, don't mess with that!"
I rolled my eyes. "Did you just roll your eyes at me!? Excuse me?" she said, watching me annoyed.
I giggled and then put the fallen pencils and pens back into the pouch. Then I went to my stool and dug into the cereal. Soon I didn't feel that hunger I felt earlier.
"Can you get me orange juice please?" I said, looking at the fridge.
She sighed and opened the fridge, then taking out the carton of orange juice and pouring it into a juice glass. Then she slid it to me and I gulped it down right away!
Later at around 12:30, we finished school, and I had dance at 1:15, so we—well I, had to prepare quickly.
I changed out of my house clothes and dressed into a gray tank top with black shorts, that had white hearts designed onto it. Then my mom tied my hair into a nice, high, tight ponytail and with a silver scrunchie.
By then, it was already 12:49. I got my dance bag and made sure it had everything I needed in it. And, it did, so we were already on our way to the dance studio!
"What about Haley?" I asked Mommy on the way there.
"Oh, it's just a private for you, sweetie..." she replied, hitting the brakes for a stop light. "But she has one after school tomorrow."
I nodded. Haley and me usually have privates together, but I guess because of the weird schooling, we will have it by ourselves more often now.
"Bye Mommy!" I said and she left the studio.
I turned back around to find Mrs. Halls smiling at me.
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"Hey, sweetie!" she exclaimed happily to me and opened the door to let me in. "Come on in!"
I did a cartwheel into the room and she smiled and said,"So this is your first private by yourself! You excited?"
I hesitated and said,"Well, part of me wishes that my sister was here, but part of me is also happy that she's not here!"
She laughed and said,"Well, head straight to the barre and start warming up! You know the drill!"
I nodded and headed to the barre and warmed up.
After about five minutes it was time to stretch. I HATE STRETCHING!!!
"Do I have to stretch?" I said tiredly dropping down to the floor.
"Of course you do!" she exclaimed, laughing. "You can get hurt if you do some acrobatics without stretching. It's very important, dear."
"Ugh, fine!" I said, groaning.
I had to do some lunge stretches, the splits, straddles, and more. It took about ten-fifteen minutes. I don't even know anymore. All I know is that it was a longggggggggg time and I just did it to get over with!
"Okay, now, this week's dance routine is pretty different than your previous routines." She explained. "You're going to be using your great talent of acro a lot in this one!"
I sighed and said,"Why do you always say acro? What the heck even is that!?"
Mrs. Halls chuckled and said,"Oh, Emma darling, you're funny. Acro is the shortcut of the word, 'acrobatics', which basically just means gymnastics. Got it, sweetie?"
I thought about it for a second and then nodded because I guess it's just another replacement for gymnastics, which is just really weird because you only need one word for gymnastics, not more!
"You got it, Em?" she asked me.
Why does she have to ask me another million times? I already said I do, so I do!
"Yes." I said, slightly annoyed.
"Okay then, show me the first part if you do!" she said, smiling.
Huh? What does she mean by the first part? Ummmmmm....
"Huh? What do you mean?" I questioned confused.
"You weren't listening, weren't you?" she said.
Nope. I wasn't listening. Wait, no. I was listening, but she didn't even say anything! So my dance instructor honestly...makes no sense.
"Can I go home now?" I said impatiently.
She laughed. Of course the answer was no! Seriously? I jus-wan-NA-go-hooomeeeeeee!
