Chapter 18

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Kyndall woke up early the next morning. She couldn't help it, she was excited. She ate and stretched. It had been a while since she stretched for sports and she needed to get limber again. Three o'clock came quicker than she thought. Her mom smiled as she drove Kyndall to the gym. Kyndall rolled his eyes and smiled. They pulled up to George's Gym and Kyndall's mom parked. It was a center for gymnastics, cheerleading, and dance. All three units were in the same building, but separated by long hallways. Kyndall sighed as she prepared herself. She would technically be doing three classes back to back to back. And the hardest one was first. Already dressed in her leo and spanks, she went to the main floor of the gymnastics gym where a man was waiting. She smiled and shook his hand.

"Ah, you must be the famous Kyndall Rosewood I keep hearing so much about. I'm Coach Josh," he smiled shaking her head. He got right down to it. "Go ahead and warm up however you would like and then we'll test your flexibility," he instructed. She nodded before she started jogging around the floor. After her muscles were warmed up, she stretched and gave him the okay. He asked to see all three splits. She slid into them easily. Then, he asked to see her over-splits on an 8-inch mat. She was surprised that she still had them.

"Turns and leaps," Josh said. She went on to do multiple series of turns and leaps that he called out, remembering each one and executing them perfectly. They moved to beam where she did whatever skills he asked, and repeated for vault and bars before they headed back to the floor. "Can you do your tumbling?" he asked. She smiled widely and nodded. This was her favorite part.

"The question would be: did I ever lose it," she smiled. He chuckled and moved out of her way. She did multiple front and back tumbling. She saved the best for last, ending her gymnastics session with her greatest trick. He looked thoroughly impressed. He walked with Kyndall over to her mom.

"Her skills are fantastic Mrs. Rosewood. I would put her with our level twelve girls, but the call is completely up to you. They practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays from three to five forty-five," Josh smiled. He winked at Kyndall. "Great job today; and good luck in your other evaluations. Although, I'm sure that you're not going to need it." He smiled before he left. Kyndall smiled and went to go change out of her leo and into her sports bra. She walked down the hallway to the cheerleading wing and waited. Soon a perky blonde and a ripped guy called her over. She smiled and shook their hands.

"My name is Cassidy and this is Trent," the small woman introduced.

"Kyndall, but call me Dolly," she smiled. Like Coach Josh, they got right to work. She showed them her jumps, tumbling, and stunting skills. Being as light as she was, she used to be a flyer. Trent one-man stunted her on a few things before a group was called over. She stayed tight and remembered everything she learned over the years. Her evaluation was soon over for cheerleading. Again, the two people talked to her mom.

"She's really good. I would put her in our Fire squad. It's the same group that we're in actually, and it's our highest level for minors. They normally practice on Mondays and Wednesdays from four to six," Cassidy explained. After a quick goodbye, she moved into the dance wing. She easily breezed through that evaluation as well. This one was the easiest. She showed her jazz, lyrical, theatrical, ballet, and acrobatic dance skills. The dance instructor, Mrs. Donna was also impressed. Mrs. Donna suggested her Diamond Dolls competition team. They practiced from six ten to eight every day except for Mondays and Fridays, depending on if they had a competition or not. Kyndall was passing back through the cheer wing when she stopped in her tracks. Ryder was standing there with a dozen red roses and an Edible Arrangement. She only looked at him.

"I'll... meet you at the house," her mom said before stepping around Ryder and leaving. Kyndall crossed her arms and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

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