Alpha Gymnastic Boy

Chapter 1

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The sunshine through the small space of my curtains and onto my face which is my wake-up call. I always wake before the sun comes up and when it does the first ray of light touches my skin, I know it's time to wake up and do my routine which only consists of brushing my teeth, bathing, and/or washing my hair during that time, then I pick out my outfit for today and work and then ring my parents but as always since the past month, they haven't answered me.

I sigh feeling the sadness try to engulf me, but I brush it off and carry on with my day by going downstairs to cook up breakfast for me, myself, and me. Sometimes though I just stick to my cereals but am not a big fan of it because it's sweet and irrelevant to me, more so it doesn't even fulfill you because you end up eating something else after or along with it, which is a waste of time, will my time.

Doing the job, I do have to consume a heavy breakfast to keep me from fainting especially in front of my students who might become scared of gymnastics seeing their teacher tumble over, or worse so if I break a body part. I don't want that, so I prevent it like the saying goes, prevention and precaution are better than cure and error. (I made that up, so you know!)

I head outside to my car after eating my breakfast, cleaning the place and of course kitchen itself, and securing my home by locking it, I drop myself down in my car as I take my phone out and ring my parents again to only get the same results... no answer.

I just can't understand how they can near disown me like this because of my career path and the fact that I am gay, I'm still their son and baby boy who they loved deeply and cherish. They loved me so much that it was a problem if even a fly or an insect land on me, but it just changes when I finally spill my goals to them, and then after adding I'm gay which made it only worse. I love my parents and I like to think that they still have that deep love somewhere inside and I'm getting it back one day. I'll never let them believe I've given up on our relationship or that I stop loving them plus think their love isn't worth fighting for because it is and I want it, I want it back.

The alarm on my watch beep continuously and I pull my foot inside the car to close my car door. My watch always brings me back to reality when I wander off thinking myself into sadness, this too is a part of my routine, I come inside my car and think about my parents and our relationship then being brought back by the beeping of my watch. I start the engine reversing out of my driveway and onto the road then I press into the gas driving as slow as possible with the window down, so I don't feel nauseated.

I'm slowly becoming myself again even if it has been a year since the accident that could have taken my dream away from me because I tried to please my parents the way they wanted but I learned the tragic way that my dream can be taken away so easily from me that night hence why I stop trying to make my parents proud by being someone else which was my aim, now I aim to make them proud while being myself.

Note: Your happiness comes first!

Pulling up outside my gym no one even arrived as yet because it was still too early but as the owner and teacher, I have to be here before everyone else to check if all the equipment is clean and ready for use all day by different students. I lock my car doors and head for the door of my gym and unlock it before stepping inside, the sweet scent of disinfectants engulfs me, and I smile and head for my office on the other side checking the equipment I had to pass to reach my office, so I don't have to go over them along with the others.

I change into my outfit which consists of little above-knee shorts and a muscle shirt which won't last the day because I always remove it later on when things get intense, but it always stays on when I have kids on Saturdays and Sundays with long sweatpants instead of above knee shorts just for precaution.

My kids range from 13- 17, and I might take 12-year-olds but only if I see they are truly interested and can manage it because gymnastics takes dedication, determination, devotion, and a strong mind along with flexibility.

During the weekdays though teach and/or manage the adults that are between 19-30 possibly beyond that if they are still very much performing to the standard they should be while others just come for the workout session that I host on the nights after practice.

Most of my memberships are from my gymnastics class because physical exercise is needed so the body remains fit and healthy as well, the type of food you eat also contributes to gymnastics and exercise of the mind why if I see any odd behavior my members write a note and send then to a psychologist to have them evaluated and until the psychologist gives the go-ahead for them to return they have to do what the psychologist says.

Little by little my students who are the adults because it's Monday enter with their bags packed with required items for class. They were laughing and conversing with each other until they put their belongings on the many racks provided or in the open-standing bag holder in the section labeled in bold PLACEMENT above.

I get to stretch as they too pile in and stretch along with me some following my every move while others do their exercise, some by themselves and others together as they converse but I don't mind the talking as long as they are getting their exercise done. I stood up and nod at them with a smile that they return, I jag over to my bag and pull my phone out to my disappointment I see no message or call from my parents, so I ring them twice before giving up.

They never answer.

I shake the sadness and pain away or more like try but it didn't work so ignore it and jag back out to see everyone standing and waiting for me to instruct them.

"Hey guys, welcome back." I greet them and they greet back eager to get started. "Okay! Let us get to work Today it's a free option." I said then smile when I realize they are all looking at me lost. "It means that you can try out whichever equipment you want, be careful though because if you are hurt then I'm in trouble, adults or not." I narrow my eyes with a warning finger pointing at them. They all laugh and some chuckle, mostly the men though as I too laugh. "Deal!" I fist the air.

"Deal!!" They exclaim fisting the air as well before getting into their free options day. I keep the smile on my face until I'm back in my office where the fake smile finally falls, and my head hangs low as the hurt and sadness resurface. I take my phone up again hoping the device would just ring, but it didn't, so I put it back and turn to leave my office again.

They never answer.

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