Saturday, February 14, 2015

Breaking the Silence.

Hi everyone...

I highly doubt that anyone even reads this blog/story anymore, but I just wanted to tell you that I am SUPER busy with both school and gymnastics (I recently was invited to a new competetive team and the commitment is a lot longer than the previous one). I will not normally have time to post here, and in all honesty, I kind of forgot about it. I haven't posted in two years, so this may be a little awkward. I may, however, post sometimes-- just be prepared for long periods of silence and no action, like this one was. I'm sorry, if anyone is reading this or enjoyed it, but I really don't have a lot of time to sit around and write. So... this may be my last post for a while.


Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Chapter 11

All I knew when I fell was that there was no pain in my legs at all. That didn't exactly reassure me either.

I opened my eyes suddenly. But, rather strangely, all I saw was purple stuff. Then I realized my face was planted into the purple mat below the bars. I tried to think of what had just happened to me, but I couldn't remember, or make up my mind. But when I looked up I saw my gymnastics team looking at me worried. I was happy to know they cared. But I felt as if I had been dumped into a pit of lava. 

"Rose... are you alright?" Hannah asked worried. I was definitely not fine. I sat up, but as soon as I did I knew I had made a huge mistake. I felt a jolt of pain  run up my left arm, and then my right. I wanted to faint, but I knew I had to get up and finish my routine. Never give up! I reminded myself in my head.  "Rose, you wouldn't dare finish that routine, now would you?" I heard suddenly. It was Coach Anna. She knew me all too well. I let out a heavy sigh. "I was going to but... what happened to me?" 

"All I will say is that you are in no condition to even be on a 10 minute walk, much less finish your routine." My heart dropped. " A-A-Alright." I said shakily.


According to Coach Anna, after that conversation sleep over came me, but I guessed it was just passing out, which I now call the purple mat of doom. 

Apparently, I was not at the gym anymore. I no longer saw the worried faces of my teammates or the purple mat. 
 "Rose? Are you, uh, okay?" I heard mom say. "Umm well...." I said, then thought. I was not okay, I was not even alright. If there was one word that I would call myself at this moment, it would most likely be 'terribly horribble'. "uh, alright, I guess."  I managed slowly. "Well, the doctor said--" "WAIT! I was at the doctor?" I said, rather surprised, since I didn't remember anything like that at all. "Well,  yes... You see, you were, ah, knocked out at the time so you would probably not remember. But anyway, the doctor said you broke your left hand and fractured your left arm." Mom said as sighing. "Oh..." I said, my voice trailing off.
      "The good news is that you will be in rehab for the next, well, six weeks!" Mom said with a mock-super happy tone. "SIX WEEKS?" I said, very upset, but then realizing I had raised my voice. Besides, it wasn't my moms fault. She probably was just as upset as I was about the results. "Will I be able to go back to gymnastics soon?" I instantly said, snapping back to herself. "Yeah, about that..." Mom began, but then I heard a lot of feet running down the hallway, and smelled chalk. "My teammates!" I cried. "They're here!"

Authors Note: Sorry! SUPER short chapter! :( I have been so busy... but at least you know what happened! :D