A Magic Moment In Gymnastics
(O.G.T.F.S.P) (Or The Gymnastics Competition)
I was sooo nervous! My heart was pounding and my legs felt like jelly. I knew that soon the moment would come.
We were about 6 meters away from fate; not far away enough.
I sat in the passenger seat of Mum’s Volvo Estate car, I fidgeted uncomfortably.
Mum honked and honked at the cars in front, which were driving like old grannies. Mum eventually got tired and put on the ‘ABBA GOLD’ CD and sang along to ‘Chiquitita’.
I wasn’t nervous about competing; I was worried Mum would embarrass me yet again…
Last year she spotted me on the mat and shrieked:
“Come on, Sophie! That’s m’ girl! Come on, Soph’, beat their butts!”
How annoying is your mum?
I hate being part Albino, because whenever I blush it’s like I’ve been heavily matted with cherry-red foundation!
We eventually pulled up in front of the comp and parked just to the left of the enamel white door.
Other gymnasts were working their way in along with some members of their families.
I made my way through the maze of ecru coloured corridors into the changing rooms.
Sandra stared at me, she gave me THE EVILS and stuck out her tongue; she probably expected it to slice me through!
In the gymnasium, the contestants sat down on the bench, constantly checking themselves in compact mirrors and literally dehydrating the water in their bottles.
The whistle sounded to start; Jessica took up a pose and started.
She performed a couple of twists and turns and a few zany dance moves, and then rounded off.
The scorecards were held up:
6, 9, 9, 7, 6. A chunky great 39!
Frankie stepped up to the plate; he cart wheeled, did a counterbalance with two chairs and ended with a flawless shoulderstand.
9, 9, 8, 5, 10. A whopping 51!
I wouldn’t stand an ice-creams’ chance in Hell of beating Frankie.
But, when my turn came, I lunged, chest tight, legs straight, ponytail fluttering behind me onto the mat.
I did a few zany tricks walking on my hands, somersaulted and rounded off.
Here it came; the moment of truth:
10, 10, 9, 5, 20. 20? A-a-54!
Mum looked smug when I stood on the 1st place platform, the golden medallion glinting on my leotard.
My little brother, Will, stood a couple notches lower than me on the 2nd place platform and my arch rival, Sandra, scowled on the 3rd place platform; she mumbled “Beaten by a Little family member, what an embarrassment!”
But, I got gold, and there is only room for one gymnastic pro’ in this family; so, budge over, Will, because it’s…
ME!
By Brandon H Age 10 Class 6KR
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