I sat down to write, and somehow this came out. Not a clue where this came from because I don't even like Lauren! Don't have a clue about gymnastics. Any feedback you feel like giving would be great!
Lauren Tanner wasn't a wimp. She was many things – a priss, a gossip, a snob – but was not a wimp. How could you be when training as an elite gymnast? Days with sore muscles, oozing blisters, and Technicolor bruises the size of soccer balls were commonplace. They had made Lauren tough, something she considered a vital skill in the catty world of her sport.
It was because of this that these pesky dizzy spells were annoying her. Yeah, yeah, she hadn't eaten breakfast. She was tough enough to handle that, normally, but this new coach was running them ragged. A day with me is like a week elsewhere. Whatever.
Lauren wasn't going to stop eating and turn into Kaylie. She liked her Spruce Juice and burritos and blueberry pancakes, but she knew she needed to watch her weight to make her new Yurchenko Loop. It was a proved fact that you do not fly through the air as well with cottage cheese thighs.
But seriously? Getting dizzy while running sprints was one thing, but Lauren did not need to pull a Payson, and break her back, or worse, during training, or at god-forbid Olympic trials. She would make it to the Olympics, even if it took eating Wheaties, or whatever nasty cereal the cafeteria was hawking this week.
But this nutritionist bitch had another thing coming if she thought she was going to eat a product emblazoned with Payson Keeler's face.