A/N: Let's hope this works!Alright welcome to my new Twilight Fanfiction. It's a little darker than the one I posted then deleted. I really hope you guys enjoy this. Note I do not own Twilight or anything related to Twilight.

-Liz

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Staring at the runway I focused on the skill I needed to do. This was so simple I'm pretty sure my 10 year old sister could do this skill set. I glance around the gym, I can point out my mom and dad. My little sister was focused on her Gameboy, I never understood why she was so addicted to it. I looked back down at the vault, the judges were still scoring Karen's vault. I don't see why, it was a sloppy layout tsuke. Her toes were flexed and her knees were slightly bend, she even fell on her ass. I still have to congratulate her, she was one of my best friends. She smiled at me when she did finished with her faults, I gave her a smile and mouthed 'congrats.' to her. I pointed up towards the scoreboard, she looked up and i did. Her score was a 13.675 I saw her head fall. Coach Ron ran over to her and told her the flaws in her fault. I hid my smile, Karen was considered one of the best in Port Angeles, Washington. I smirked, she might have been the best on the west coast, but she's never competed against me. The past week I had gotten to know all the girls, I put up a fake side. I knew they would hate each other once the All Around was done.

The judge put up the green flag, which meant they were ready for me. I chalked up my feet and hands, then saluted the judges. Behind me I heard my teammates cheer me on. I stepped onto the runway and pictured my vault. I ran full speed down the runway, as I hurdled I heard a scream. I kept my focus and did my vault, it was a perfect yurchenko full. When I landed I saluted and then looked out to where my family was sitting. Something wasn't right because they came running towards me. I was confused, as my coach came to me with 3 ice bags in his hands.

"Coach I need to do my second vault, get off me." I complained, trying to stand up.

"No your not. You need to get to the hospital." He said forcing me down.

"But there's nothing wrong!"

"You broke your leg." I hear my mom cry,

"What are you talking about! My leg is fine."

"No its not!" Ron yelled.

"What? No, you're lying. This is the Visa Championships, I… I can't…" I started to cry as I felt the adrenaline die out inside me. Then all the energy I had turned into pain. I glanced at my leg, and I saw what they were talking about. My shin was almost sticking out of my leg. I saw the blood and the bone, then I know I blacked out.

I let woke up to the sound of beeping and quiet voices talking. I opened my eyes to see my left leg in a hard cast, it was held up by a contraption. I looked around to see the lights were out, and I let out a small sigh."

"She's awake." I heard a female voice whisper. "We're going to have to tell her."

"I don't think she'll handle it well. Are you sure?" A male voice whispered.

"It's now or never."

"I wish it never had to come to this." The male voice whispered, before the lights flicked on. I saw my mom and dad walk into the room, not far behind them a doctor followed in.

"Glad to see you're awake Callie." The doctor said. "My name is Dr. Clark." He added.

"Hi. So, what's wrong with me? How long do I have to wait before I can go and compete again?" I said quickly. "The sooner the better, they Olympics are soon. I need to try and get on the US Gymnastics Team." I knew the answer even before I asked my question.

"You can't go back. You had a compound fracture, and had a dislocation of your knee as well. If you were to ever go back you risk further injuring your knee. You're lucky you might be able to walk after this leg heals up. But I'm sorry there is no return to gymnastics for you Callie." Dr. Clark said, I looked up at him. His face was serious, then I looked at my mom who had her head buried into my father's chest.

"Oh." Was all I could say. Reality hadn't hit me yet, I just stared at my leg. It just sat there being all white and beige. "When can I at least leave this room."

"In a few days, or as soon as we deem you stable enough to move."

"But I'd rather not sit here forever, I just want to go home."

"Sweetheart, home isn't home anymore. We're moving." My father said, letting go of my mom to walk over to me.

"Moving? Where?"

"La Push, Washington. It's far and I think the change in scenery is just what you need."

"What? No I love Houston! Please. Mom!" I practically cried.

"Houston is where you grew up with gymnastics, and the Karolyi's Gymnastics Camp is near Houston. I'm afraid you're going to run away to that camp." My mom said with a frown. I have to hand it to her, I would run away to Bela's camp. Only because I know he invited me there.

"Fine, but I know I won't like it!" I pouted.

"You'll like it there, your father and I already picked out a nice house. All over your stuff is there and unpacked."

"How long was I out?"

"We'll we kept you out for about a week, your landing wasn't the best. Your vault was weak, and you came down on your head and neck. We put you in a medical induced coma to let the swelling in your brain come down."

"I landed on my head?" I asked looking at my mom. "Do you have video." My mom nods then pulls out her camera. I take the camera from her hands and turn it on. I go to the last video taken, which is my vault. I hear my dad yelling as the judge holds up the green flag. I see myself running down the runway, then I see it myself. In my hurdle before my round-off my last step on my left leg my shin snaps. I keep going out of the round-off which takes me onto the springboard and into the backhandspring which takes me onto the vault table backwards I see my knee go out. I still am pushing forward, I push off the table and I flip but not fast enough. I watch as I fall onto the hard mat head first. I slam the camera off. "Thanks mom." I say giving a small frown.

"It's alright sweetheart, you can be a normal teenager now." My father said.

"I just want to go home." I cry.

It's been almost a week since I've been in the hospital, and today was the day I was told I could go home. I couldn't help but feel excited, I wanted to get out of this hell hole. My mom handed me a pair of yoga pants, my right Ugg, and a light blue sweatshirt. She also gave me a toothbrush and toothpaste, along with my hairbrush. I could finally get clean, even though I was in a hospital and they brushed my hair and teeth I never felt like it was done complet. I hobbled over to the bathroom to get dressed, and I looked in the mirror. My nice tan skin had turn a pale tan, from the lack of sun. My long curly auburn hair lacked some curls, I needed a good shower. I brushed my hair and my teeth then hobbled back out. I smiled at my mom, the feel of normal clothes was indescribable.

"You ready to go?" My mom asked.

"Yes, I can't wait to see the house." I laughed, grabbing my crutches. "But mom, what about my follow up appointments." I added.

"We found a nice doctor up in Forks, Washington. Once we get there we have to go in to meet him."

"Ok. Can we leave now, I hate this place." My mom laughs and grabs her purse, then leads me out to the front. She signs me out, and we head towards a cab. She helped me into the cab, and gave me my cell phone. Too bad it was at 50% battery power. I let out a groan, and checked facebook. I saw my notifications was at 100, I smiled and checked them out.

"You better get well soon, the Olympics are just around the corner." My friend Cameron posted on my wall.

"I hope you get well soon, thanks for giving me the gold medal." Karen said on my wall. I clicked on the comments which were at 250.

"That's so mean! What if it happened to you?"

"Are you serious!"

"Your vault was ugly! Callie could have done it 100 time better then you!"

"Unsportsmanlike conduct. I hope they take away your medal!"

"You're a bitch!"

I laughed at the comments, there was one more I needed to read that was from Karen again.

"Your fan base is incredible, I got stripped of my medal and kicked off the National Team. Fuck you, and your fan base!"

I burst out laughing, my mom looked at me like I was on something. I showed her my phone and Karen's comment she laughed too.

"Well I have to say, I wasn't going to miss her too much." I smiled, my mom couldn't help but laugh. I guess I was ready to move on past gymnastics, I'll miss the sport like crazy but I won't have huge ass holes in my hands.

Paul's PoV

I walked into Sam and Emily's house, the TV was on ESPN. I guess Emily was cooking, it was the only time ESPN was on. I sat down on the couch, and looked at the TV. It was the VISA Championships for women's gymnastics. I couldn't keep my eyes off the TV, hot babes in long sleeve swimsuits it looked like.

"Why am I not surprised?" I hear Emily say behind me.

"What?" I ask turning around to face her, she has a mixing bowl in one hand.

"You know you can watch something else. I just have the TV playing."

"Please this looks pretty intense, tiny girls flipping in the air." I glance back at the TV, the camera is on a table like thing.

"Now this is the VISA Championships Tim, what should we expect out of these girls?" One of the anchors say.

"Well this is taking the girls and testing them. Bela Karolyi is in the audience today with Nastia Liukin, and their taking names. They want to see if there are any girls out here who can be the next Shawn Johnson." The man named Tim says.

"Well first we have vault, and I believe we all know Callie Jay is going to take the gold on this event. She is just a powerhouse."

"That's right, I've seen her warm up her yurchenko 1½ and she's been sticking them. I hope her coach agrees to let her do that skill."

"It's just amazing how this little one gets that much hight off the table. But right before her is an old friend Karen Lutz. She's from Port Angeles, Washington, and she's only 16. I think she's excited."

The camera goes to a blonde girl, her face is slim and her eyes are focused on the vault. The camera zooms out and she starts running down the runway. The girl does a round off and a flip off landing it on her ass. I burst out laughing.

"Not her best vault, but only a tsuke layout. I was expecting more Bob." Tim says.

"So was I and her landing was bad too. Let's hope she can do better." Bob says to Tim.

The camera is zoomed out again as the girl runs down the runway again doing the same vault. She landed on her feet that time.

"That's more like it, and the judges quickly get to work on scoring her. Let's watch the replay." Tim said as a slow version of her vault came on the TV. "You can see her knees are bend and her toes are flexed in the layout." I laugh.

"I don't understand this sport." Sam says as he walks into the room. I look at him, and I shrug.

"Hot girls." I laugh, Sam slaps the back of my head. I let out a growl then look back at the TV.

"The judges give Karen a 13.675 for her vault. I have to agree with them on that." Bob laughs.

"So do I, and now Callie Jay is up. This power girl is also 16, and shes from Houston, Texas. I can't wait to see what vault she does." Tim says as the camera is zoomed in on a girl with auburn hair that's pulled up into a bun. She raises her arms to, and steps onto the runway. The camera pulls out, as the girl takes off down the runway. There's a scream, and then it happen. A loud crack, the girl keeps going into a hurdle which then her left shin breaks. She keeps going though, on the springboard her left knee also gives out and now I can see her shin is a compound fracture. I shallow the sickening feeling I just got. She pushes off the vault, but theres only a semi flip. The girl comes down on her head and neck.

"Ohmygod! Callie Jay, is injured." Bob says quietly.

"This is one injury you cannot just get up and walk away from." Tim adds in. The camera goes down the Callie, her coach is yelling at her to stay down.

"Your lying!" The girl screams, then I guess it just hit her. She screams out in pain. It goes straight to commercial.

"Wow. That must suck!" I hear Quil say.

"It must, it was awful to watch." Sam adds in.

"Respect her." I snap "You don't know what thats like."

"Wow Paul." Jacob laughs.

"Yeah, but it's true. Sam can give you all a compound fracture and dislocated knee if you want." Emily chirps in. I look at Quil and Jacob their faces turn pale, I can't help but burst out laughing. Then Seth barges into the room.

"Guys I got some new neighbors and damn their daughter is hot!" He smiles.

"What's she look like?" I laugh.

"I couldn't tell but the girl is on crutches."

"Wouldn't it be ironic if that was Callie Jay?" Quil laughs, and everyone joins him.

"That was her name." Seth says quietly. "Her parents came over and introduced themselves to my mom. They said they have two daughters Callie and Kristin."

"Well then, we should go say hi." Emily says. "Make her feel at home here."

"Yeah maker her feel at home." I say sarcastically.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter. I was a gymnast so I know my sport logic. I also know the pain and dedication. Don't judge just wait for chapter 2 :)

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-Liz