Chapter 7: really?

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"You're crazy!" Tyler yells at me walking into the kitchen.

"Am not! What's the worst that could happen?"

Tyler whips around giving me the 'really?' Face.

"Fine, don't support me then Tyler. I don't need your charity." I spit back at him .

"I will support you in every way possible, but when this," he gestures my gymnastics competition leotard, "puts you back in the hospital, all I will be able to say is. Told you soooo"

I roll my eyes and walk out of the room.

I knew it was completely crazy, but I decided to join the gymnastics team for my school. See the thing is, I don't HAVE to do the skill. I can skip over it. Nobody will know.

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"Mooooommmm....... Mooooommmm"

"What?!"

"Can you get my butt glue!?"

"It's in your gym bag!"

"Okay! Thanks!"

I haven't been in my gym bag since the accident. I inched toward my closet rummaging around till I found the big orange bag itself.

I slid the zipper from one side to another uncovering the pains and memories of the past.

I found pictures of me and my old friends. God how I missed them. Cassidy had the brightest smile. She was always so positive and kept everyone's hopes high. Then there was Miranda. The 'miss perfect' she thought she was the best on the team. I ran into the vault once, and she just laughed her butt off at me. There's no doubt she was pleased when I nearly died.

My tiger paws and ankle braces were the next thing I found. I smiled when I remembered the fierce five , Nastia Liukin and Shawn Johnson all signed them.

A pile of papers was at the bottom. Letters. They were letters form my friends. How come I have never been told about them. The were get well cars. Well... Except for Miranda's.

"Hey mom." I said walking down to the living room.

"Butt glue?"

"No. Uh I found that, but why didn't you ever tell me about these letters?"

"Letters?"

"Uh yah. Get well letters from my gymnastics friends. They were at the bottom of my bag"

"Oh... Umm. Hunny, I put those in your bag because I didn't think you would ever look there."

"You didn't think I would want those?!"

"I was going to give them to you but you told me in the hospital you wanted nothing to do with gymnastics.... Or the letter g.. But that obviously changed."

"But why didn't you tell me about any of these."

"I didn't want them to bring back any bad memories."

"Thank you, but I'm going to open them now, because I think I'm ready."

"Okay. If you need anything I'm right here."

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*cassidy's letter*

Sky. Sky flippin blue. How I have so missed you. Did you see how that rhymed!!! Anyway, I miss you and your beautiful eyes. Mainly your eyes though..... Haha nahhh I'm just kiddin' maybe. I hope you are doin fine. That was one heck of a fall. Please come back soon though! Miranda's out of control. Ever since you left there has been nothing stoppin' her. We need you blue. Don't you dare write me back saying you're too busy with your "new boyfriend" ha cause that's totally gonna happen. (Sense the sarcasm in my voice? Ahhh it's different over letter anyway) keep in shape too. We can't have our best gymnast being some beached whale when she comes back. Enjoy your break weakling. Hugs and kisses!

XOXOX ~Cassidy

*miranda's letter*

Don't die.

Bars!

~Miranda (best gymnast out there)

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Reading Cassidy's letter almost made me cry. She was my best friend and I just left her. That's not what bestfriends do! I will write her back though. Just not now. I'm so tired.

As my covers wrap me up like a burrito I receive a text. The heck. It's 2:53 am who wants something?

Andrew:

We need to talk!!! Tomorrow, my place, 6 pm.

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Thank you so much for reading my story!

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I know this is a short chapter but I'm sorry. It actually took a good amount of energy.

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I'm thinking about starting a new story about the reality of love and high school. You like?

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