Avery- Fall

Prologue ✏️

It was a sunny day that day. I loved sunny days when I was in the mood for it. I was ready to do my part. Hair tied, check. Sweatpants, check. Excercise Bra, check. Dancing sneakers tied.. Oh shit! Not checked. Can't have an accident happening out there. I tied my sneakers and rushed outside to the field to join the team who were already practicing the routine.

We were statewide champions when it came to dance competitions. We always hustled, put our all and danced fiercely against our competition. We called ourselves "The New Flame". Nobody dared to face us but If they did, they got their ass whooped. It was rehersal day and I had the whole routine down in my mind. I was sure I had it down, it was just this one part of it that I wasn't so sure about even thinking about doing, especially on a hot, sunny day like this. I was sweating my f-cking balls off. Well, not literally, I don't have any. I'm a girl. But If I were a boy I probably would be.

"C'MON ANNE, YOU GOTTA PUT MORE STOMP INTO THE LAST PART BE ON PAR, GO ALONG WITH THE BEAT"" yelled Andre. It was to hot to hear his loud ass in my ear right now. He was always yelling at the team when we make even the slightest mistake, like he was perfect, he really grinds my gears most of the time because of his cockyness, other times he's just so funny n' cool ya know? Like a sour patch kid, first sour then sweet.. He was a tall, slim, enthusiastic Brownskin boy with an Afro that once knocked the shit out of me. "Avery! There you are, hurry up, we're about to go over the routine again" said Anne. I ran toward the team and hugged everyone and yelled 3,2,1 LETS-- I was interupted by Andre. "NONONONONONOOOO , aye.. aye.. HOLD on a second.. Thats my job". I had my mouth open and I shut myself up and got into position.

We were doing a choreography dance this time. In case you're wondering what a choreography is, it's a dance routine that could be more like improv or planned where everybody does the same dance. What we had to do was set ourselves up in 3 sets of 2 and each preform a back flip after being sent into the air by our partner and then caught. My parter was Brad Shevoski. A tall, well built, German boy with hair I would steal and fall in love with. He seemed perfect to me. The only downfall was that he could be a cluts sometimes.

I thought that I'd trust Brad to catch me that day but that was the worst decision I ever made in my life. During the dance routine the flip part had gone wrong. Appearently my watch, along with the sun had blinded Brad and he missed catching me from my fall and I fell on my head and before I knew it , I was passed out, into a deep sleep into a whole new world, Everything was blacked out and I felt like I was falling from reality into a bright red light. I immediately thought "Yup, im going to hell".