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"ALEXIS GET YOUR SORRY BUTT OVER HEAR BEFORE I MAKE YOUR DO 2000 SQUAT-JUMPS!" Yelled Coach Hedge.

Oh great, I had to have the coach who carries a baseball bat around the gym, yelling at me. Just my luck. Oh, I'm sorry I forgot to introduce my self: I'm Alexis Cromwell, 15 and one step-sister. I'm sarcastic, annoying and have this AWESOME habit of ticking off people and gettin' in trouble, I also have a very dry sense of humor. I'm around 5'0, so the shortest 25 year old y'all have ever met, I look like a Latino elf with long curly brown hair. My eye's are sadly permanently purple (hate them) and I'm also a Texan who lives in El Paso, right by the white sands.

So back to the yelling and screaming of Coach Hedge, he's only like, 4'11 and ALWAYS wears cowboy boots and pants, he curses like a sailor and has a scruffy goatee. Basically your average red neck, he's yelling at me because I just love to almost die on the balance beam! Where am I you ask? Well, ask coach would put it, " in hell itself." But really it's Zero Gravity Gymnastics and Cheer. I'm on the level 9 team and Coach Hedge is my head coach, he yells and screams and calls us cupcakes as y'all experienced a few moments ago.

I put my head down and sulk over to him. "Yes sir?"

"I train you cupcakes because it's my job, I can't have any one of y'all screwin around and tryin' to kill yourselves. Alright?" He explained

"Yes sir, I understand sir." I gulped.

"Good" he said as he smiled devilishly " now get back to work, we HAVE TWO DAYS TILL NATIONALS AND IM COMIN' HOME WITH A TROPHY!

I nodded and ran back to the beam, I did a double back as a dismount a few times them ran over for a quick water break. I looked at the parents who were here for the REC kids, I noticed something out of the ordinary, a group of teenagers walk in. Teens usually come in for team tryouts, not just because. I looked them over and only one of them stood out. A boy, a boy who LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE ME! He hadn't noticed me yet but I stared in shock. I was about to tell Coach Hedge, when we turned around and caught sight of me. And that my friends is how my nightmare started.