p id="docs-internal-guid-88cdef81-d54b-e3c5-9933-50eabb3771cf" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"[Author's Note: This story is set in season one after episode four, 'Sunday, Bloody Sasha, Sunday'. All four girls attended the party, but Lauren never had sex with Carter. All four girls are on speaking terms and working towards rebuilding their friendship.]/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"Monday 4:30 A.M./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;""Come on, Ariana," Sasha barked as he tossed his teenage daughter a filled water bottle and a protein bar. Aria moaned to leave her alone, but her father insisted she wake up this instant. Ariana kicked the quilt from her petite frame and sat up in bed. They lived in a small trailer parked outside the Rocky Mountain Training Center. There was enough room inside for a queen sized bed, a fold out couch, and a kitchenette. Her father had claimed the couch when they moved in the day before which left Aria with the bed. It was cramped compared to their two bedroom log cabin in Cambria, California. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"The duo happily lived deep in the woods until Steve Tanner decided to recruit her father to coach at the Rocky Mountain Training Center. Her dad, although resistant at first, agreed, but only under his terms. Terms that allowed Ariana to train side by side with the top gymnast in the country. It would be an incredible experience for her before she was to compete at Nationals. Her gymnastic experience had been solo up until now. Her father and grandfather coached her, but she never worked with gymnast her age or competed against them./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"Ariana peeled back the wrapper of the protein bar and took a bite. Her father had left the trailer to go unlock the gym before any of the gymnast arrived. Aria glanced down at her pajama clad body. Setting her breakfast down on the sheets, Aria reached under her bed for a suitcase that contained every leotard she owned. She rifled through the neatly folded stacks until she found her favorite black leotard and matching shorts. Aria packed the clothes into her gym bag along with her grips, water bottle, snacks, extra hair ties, bobby pins, and I-Pod. With everything packed, Aria slipped out of the trailer into the cool darkness of early morning. The parking lot was barren which meant no one had arrived yet. Aria sprinted across the asphalt and entered the gym. Her dad tucked away in the office digging through a filing cabinet in the dim light of dawn. Aria waved before heading for the locker room. She had just enough time to change out of her pajamas and into her gym clothes before her new teammates arrived./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"Managing to change into her gym wear without an issue, Ariana tossed her thick blond locks into a messy bun. Grabbed her water bottle and grips for the uneven bars, she strode out of the locker room into the main gym that was now brightly lit. The overhead fluorescent lights buzzed as they brightened up. Aria placed her grips and water aside plopped down on a bright blue mat. Stretching her legs out in front of, the teenage girl reached her hands past her toes with ease. The silence of the gym was interrupted when a group of four girls entered. Aria glanced their way before continuing to stretch out her limbs. She could not help but notice that the pointless chit chat stop when they noticed her. Ariana ignored the blank stares as the girls moved past her. Only the elites had to be here at five in the morning, so Ariana's presence must have been a shock./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;""Coach Belov, may I start on vault?" Ariana asked her father. It was strange to refer to him as anything besides dad or daddy. Sasha, who had just entered the floor nodded, and Aria walked over to the runway. She currently performed a Double Twisting Yurchenko, but she hoped to upgrade it to an Amanar with time and practice. Aria dusted her hands and the soles of her feet with chalk before standing at the end of the blue carpeted runway. Aria hopped up and down on her toes a few times before starting her sprint down the runway, gaining speed with each step. The Double Twisting Yurchenko start with a round off back handspring into a double twisting layout. Aria had just began her double twist when the Rock Rebels exited the locker room. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;""That is just as clean or cleaner than yours Pay," Kaylie whispered in disbelief. They had no clue who the new girl was or how well she performed. Now seeing her vault, they knew she had a chance of knocking Emily out of the top three just like Emily had done to Lauren. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;""Why is she here? I just started to like Emily, and now we have another girl to worry about messing with our ranks." Lauren complained./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;""Remember to point your feet. It's an one tenth of a point deductions if you flex them," Sasha corrected before glancing towards the other four girls. "Get to work! This is not a time for socializing," he bellowed. His voice sent the four girls scrambling towards the balance beam. Sasha turned his attention back to his daughter. Her vaults were clean after a reminder or two to point her feet or keep her legs glued together. As much as he hated to admit it, she was almost ready for the Amanar. Sasha did not want to upgrade it because he knew how dangerous the extra half twist was. If she was going to up her vault, he was not going to teach or train it with her. Helping her with the Double Twisting Yurchenko was hard enough to do as a dad. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;""Again Aria, point your feet this time," Sasha said as he stood next to the vaulting table. Ariana sprinted to the start of the runway and chalked up again. She repeated the trick she had just performed only with pointed feet. "Better. Get ready for beam. You will work with Payson and Lauren," he instructed before heading to his office to grab his clipboard that he had forgotten./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"[Author's Note: I am only now entering the world of gymnastics. Code of points, names of tumbling passes, etc meant nothing to me before. I had never heard of a Double Twisting Yurchenko before I wrote this story. Please leave reviews.]/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"Monday 4:30 A.M./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;""Come on, Ariana," Sasha barked as he tossed his teenage daughter a filled water bottle and a protein bar. Aria moaned to leave her alone, but her father insisted she wake up this instant. Ariana kicked the quilt from her petite frame and sat up in bed. They lived in a small trailer parked outside the Rocky Mountain Training Center. There was enough room inside for a queen sized bed, a fold out couch, and a kitchenette. Her father had claimed the couch when they moved in the day before which left Aria with the bed. It was cramped compared to their two bedroom log cabin in Cambria, California. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"The duo happily lived deep in the woods until Steve Tanner decided to recruit her father to coach at the Rocky Mountain Training Center. Her dad, although resistant at first, agreed, but only under his terms. Terms that allowed Ariana to train side by side with the top gymnast in the country. It would be an incredible experience for her before she was to compete at Nationals. Her gymnastic experience had been solo up until now. Her father and grandfather coached her, but she never worked with gymnast her age or competed against them./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"Ariana peeled back the wrapper of the protein bar and took a bite. Her father had left the trailer to go unlock the gym before any of the gymnast arrived. Aria glanced down at her pajama clad body. Setting her breakfast down on the sheets, Aria reached under her bed for a suitcase that contained every leotard she owned. She rifled through the neatly folded stacks until she found her favorite black leotard and matching shorts. Aria packed the clothes into her gym bag along with her grips, water bottle, snacks, extra hair ties, bobby pins, and I-Pod. With everything packed, Aria slipped out of the trailer into the cool darkness of early morning. The parking lot was barren which meant no one had arrived yet. Aria sprinted across the asphalt and entered the gym. Her dad tucked away in the office digging through a filing cabinet in the dim light of dawn. Aria waved before heading for the locker room. She had just enough time to change out of her pajamas and into her gym clothes before her new teammates arrived./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"Managing to change into her gym wear without an issue, Ariana tossed her thick blond locks into a messy bun. Grabbed her water bottle and grips for the uneven bars, she strode out of the locker room into the main gym that was now brightly lit. The overhead fluorescent lights buzzed as they brightened up. Aria placed her grips and water aside plopped down on a bright blue mat. Stretching her legs out in front of, the teenage girl reached her hands past her toes with ease. The silence of the gym was interrupted when a group of four girls entered. Aria glanced their way before continuing to stretch out her limbs. She could not help but notice that the pointless chit chat stop when they noticed her. Ariana ignored the blank stares as the girls moved past her. Only the elites had to be here at five in the morning, so Ariana's presence must have been a shock./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;""Coach Belov, may I start on vault?" Ariana asked her father. It was strange to refer to him as anything besides dad or daddy. Sasha, who had just entered the floor nodded, and Aria walked over to the runway. She currently performed a Double Twisting Yurchenko, but she hoped to upgrade it to an Amanar with time and practice. Aria dusted her hands and the soles of her feet with chalk before standing at the end of the blue carpeted runway. Aria hopped up and down on her toes a few times before starting her sprint down the runway, gaining speed with each step. The Double Twisting Yurchenko start with a round off back handspring into a double twisting layout. Aria had just began her double twist when the Rock Rebels exited the locker room. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;""That is just as clean or cleaner than yours Pay," Kaylie whispered in disbelief. They had no clue who the new girl was or how well she performed. Now seeing her vault, they knew she had a chance of knocking Emily out of the top three just like Emily had done to Lauren. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;""Why is she here? I just started to like Emily, and now we have another girl to worry about messing with our ranks." Lauren complained./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;""Remember to point your feet. It's an one tenth of a point deductions if you flex them," Sasha corrected before glancing towards the other four girls. "Get to work! This is not a time for socializing," he bellowed. His voice sent the four girls scrambling towards the balance beam. Sasha turned his attention back to his daughter. Her vaults were clean after a reminder or two to point her feet or keep her legs glued together. As much as he hated to admit it, she was almost ready for the Amanar. Sasha did not want to upgrade it because he knew how dangerous the extra half twist was. If she was going to up her vault, he was not going to teach or train it with her. Helping her with the Double Twisting Yurchenko was hard enough to do as a dad. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;""Again Aria, point your feet this time," Sasha said as he stood next to the vaulting table. Ariana sprinted to the start of the runway and chalked up again. She repeated the trick she had just performed only with pointed feet. "Better. Get ready for beam. You will work with Payson and Lauren," he instructed before heading to his office to grab his clipboard that he had forgotten./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"[Author's Note: I am only now entering the world of gymnastics. Code of points, names of tumbling passes, etc meant nothing to me before. I had never heard of a Double Twisting Yurchenko before I wrote this story. Please leave reviews.]/span/p