Winning Isn't Everything

Winning Isn't Everything

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I look up, I pretend to see everyone looking at me, breathe in, breathe out, I tell myself, I pretend to blur everyone out of my vision and instead I focus on the end of the beam. I go over my dismount in my head, roundoff then a full twisting double pike. I go over every aspect of the trick, every twist, every rotation. I play a beep in my head, meaning I have 10 seconds to left. I run, hurdle, roundoff, push off, push up, I twist then pike then land. I land perfectly, not a single nerve, muscle or bone moves once my feet hits the mat, I feel the impact consume my body yet i still don't move. My arms fly up to present to my pretend judges and then to my pretend audience. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay guys, this is gonna be a mix story between: friendship, persistence, a realationship or two, achievement and heap of other stuff. Enjoy :))
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"Oh," he said, as my back hit the wooden wall. Damn it, of course. With nowhere to go, his arms locked me in between him and the wall. He stared down at me as he said, "So you're trying to piss me off?" His lips were surprisingly close to mine. No guy would ever be this close to me in real life, let alone me being able to handle it; I would've been so timid and afraid. But this was the dream world. I could speak and be as brave as I wanted to. "Yeah, I am," I said. "What are you gonna do about it?" He paused as his eyes looked between the two of mine. Then, he smirked and swiftly closed the gap between our lips. ~~ In a small town in New York, Hazel is your average quiet type. In a school full of clichés, she falls perfectly under the category of "nerd" and has her own little nerdy group of people she loves to hang around. They respect the fact that she's non-verbal. The thing that plagued her, surprisingly, is not her inability and refusal to speak, but her ability to go through anybody and everybody's dreams. This is not something she can control, nor something that's necessarily dangerous. It just happens. One second she's in darkness, the next second she happens to be in someone's dream. But, when she stumbles into a dream of a guy she never knew existed in her grade of 500 students, albeit his popular status, both her worlds get flipped upside down.

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