Chapter 8

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<><>Skyler POV<><>

I was getting ready. I went over my routine in my head. I stretched. I was doing everything to make sure I  was ready to win the Colorado championships. 

"I don't care what the crap the judges say. You are winners, and you are going to dominate Valor." said Coach Astilia.

So, it was time for the compotition. I was ready to kick Valor's butts. I saw Zayn. He smiled at me and started cheering. I was ready. I got into my position, smiled, and the music started.

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First, a simple running round-off back tuck. Perfect.

Next, simultaneous dancing and jumping. Spot on.

Then, I did a running cartwheel, and two backflips. Fabulous.

After that, I was lifted up, and did many amazing poses. They threw me in the air, and caught me. Awesome.

More dancing. Beautiful.

Then, flipping, running, and tumbling on the floor. No mistakes.

Finally, the basket toss twist. I had done this a million times, but I still always thought they were going to drop me. Just breathe. I told myself, You can do it. 

My teammates lifted me up. I twisted in the air, and was coming down. My team mates were ready to catch me.

But then, I landed on the floor. I couldn't breathe. My body went numb. I felt like I had broken every bone in my body. My head was banging. 

The lat thing I remember was Zayn with tears streaming down his face. He told me, "Please don't leave me Sklyer!!! I love you!!!" 

Then, I blacked out to red and blue lights and the sound of sirens.

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