I didn’t know it then, but I was looking into the same sincere eyes of the girl that would do the unthinkable.
“I just wanted to say that you’re really flexible.” The girl, Demetria, began with admiration – or was it jealousy? – in her voice.
“Thanks!” I exclaimed, my expression brighter.
“Not too terribly long. I think I might be naturally flexible or something like that.” I answered.
“Wow,” Demetria smiled. “It took me a very long time to get mine.”
“Demetria!” A man’s voice called.
“Good luck!” I called to her as she left.
I was wrong.
Warmups were over, and I heard my name called by my coach. I stood up and jogged over to Coach Josie in her signature coaching outfit.
I nodded, fighting the butterflies in my stomach. You’re too awesome to be nervous. I reminded myself vainly. It didn’t work much.
Coach Josie turned to Molly. Molly and I were the best gymnasts on the AG All Stars team, which our sister Josefina coached (it consisted of all of us :P), so we where chosen for the regional tryouts.
“Okay, Molls, you’re right after Jasmine on vault. Remember your form.” Coach Josie reminded Molly, who simply nodded.
“I’ll do my best,” she promised.
“That’s all you can do.” Josefina reassured.
“Yes. She’s given it to the sound booth already.”
But the next event would change everything.
But when the time came for the words to start in the regular version, they actually did! This wasn’t the instrumental track at all!
Distraught and stunned with grief, I walked back to Coach Josie. She began to say something, but I caught Demetria’s eye as she walked out of the sound booth and didn’t hear a word of what Coach had said. I narrowed my eyes at her and knew at once she had done it.
And I also knew that I was no longer first place. I wasn’t second. I wasn’t even third! On the scoreboard I was fifth. My dream was completely ruined. And it was all Demetria’s fault.
I sat, defeated, while Coach Josie hugged an elated Molly who had just won third place. Demetria won first with Hallie Lark in second, but I didn’t feel like congratulating any of them. I didn’t feel like tattling, either. Nothing would make up for my deduction with the music.
I hated Demetria Dare. How could anyone be that desperate to win that they would destroy a girl’s dream like that?
“Who won?” I asked reluctantly, hoping it wasn’t Demetria.
“Nobody yet,” Cécile informed me. “But Molly is on her last event and needs all the support she can get!”
I held my breath as she walked to the spot where she would slid down into her beginning pose. I saw her lips mouth Philippians 4:13, and I wondered, will she win?
Thanks to my awesome little brother for helping me with the photos of the dolls flipping!
LOLOL! Was “Will she win?” the lamest cliffhanger or what? Anyway, hope you like this so far. I’ll post part 5 on Wednesday!
How many of you think Molly will win third place?
How many of you think Demetria will win third place?
P.S. Happy birthday to my Floridian friend Sierra! :D