"Fine, just quit whining!" Aliyah rolled her eyes. "Yes!" I yelped and grabbed my duffle bag. "Where are you going?" Aliyah questioned. "I have a tournament tomorrow," I lied. I changed into my gymnastic outfit, then put a sweater and sweat pants over it. Aliyah gave me a look. "You don't have a tournament tomorrow," she assured and closed the door. Crap. Now how was I supposed to get there?