Kimberly was on the narrow balance beam and tried to do a cartwheel. However, she lost her balance and fell off. "Do you think that was good enough!" Coach Schmidt yelled with anger and rage." Get back up on the balance beam!"

"Ouch," Kimberly cried as she grabbed her right ankle.

"Are you okay?" Tara asked as she headed over to Kimberly. "Are you hurt."

"I'm fine," Kimberly lied as she tried to get on the balance beam.

"Tara, why don't you take her to the nurse's office?" Coach Schmidt suggested. He glared at Kimberly and wondered if he should keep her or throw her off the team. She wasn't as good as he thought she was or didn't appear to be. "Denise can give her some cortisone."

Tara walked Kimberly into the nurse's office and they took a seat. "Will that help my ankle?" Kimberly asked as she saw Denise draw up a big long needle.

"Only temporary, but it won't fix it," Denise warned as she walked to Kimberly. "It comes with a price and sometimes you don't know what that price is until it's too late. Are you sure this is worth it?"

"Yes, it is," Kimberly declared.

Out of all the classes of the day, Math was probably the most boring class. All they did in class was listen to their teacher lecture and give complicated math formulas. But, today they were watching Fermat's Last Tango. "Kim, wake up," Tommy whispered as he gently shook her. Kimberly lifted her head off her desk and saw that she had very little written down. She turned and saw very few people writing.

The lights flipped on and Mr. Martin started walking around the room collecting the papers. "What was the movie about?" Mr. Martin asked as he looked around the room to see who could answer the question. Skull raised his hand. "Yes, Skull."

"The movie was a math musical about the Pathogram theory."

"There was more to it. In 1993 Andrew Wiles presented a proof about the pathgram theory."

Bulk was drawing a picture of the power rangers in his note book. "This class is so boring," Bulk remarked as he started to draw the white ranger. "We could be trying to find out who the rangers are."

"Bulk that's enough. You can think whatever you want to about my class," Mr. Martin snapped. "Where was I? Oh yes. It is based on a real-life encounter between Andrew Wiles and Fermat's last theorem."

Bulk gout of his seat and walked over to the VCR and took the tape out. "Mr. Martin, it looks like you can't show the rest of the movie tomorrow," Bulk smirked as he took the tape back to his seat."

Mr. Martin looked back over at Bulk with a grin on his face. "I hate to burst your bubble that we will be watching the movie tomorrow," warned Mr. Martin as he watched Bulk moment of glory fade. "I've mad copies of the tape because I got tired of people trying to steal it."

"Bulk, I think he's immune to the tape," Skull whispered.

"Okay, who can tell me the formula for the Path gram theory?" Mr. Martin asked as he watched Billy's hand shoot up in the air. "Yes, Billy."

"X equals negative B plus or minus square root of B squared minus 4ac divided by 2a," Billy stated with full confidence.

The bell rang and Mr. Martin handed each student a worksheet as they walked out of the room. "It would have been nice if Bulk was able to steal that tape, at least I wouldn't have to worry about day dreaming in class," Kimberly joked as she walked down the hall with Tommy.

Tommy noticed that Kimberly was limping as she was walking down the hall. "Kim are you okay?" Tommy asked out of concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied. "I just have a sore ankle that's all."

The youth center was crowded as students stood in a long line making orders. Kimberly had only taken a few bites from her salad and was playing her food with her fork. "Is the all you are going to eat?" Tommy asked in a concerned voice. He took a knife and cut his cheeseburger in half. "Here have some of mine."

"I'm done eating!" Kimberly snapped as walked over to trash can and threw it away.

"Kim are you sure?" Tommy asked in a worried voice as he started at her sweaty face. "Aren't you getting hot in that sweatshirt?"

"I'm keeping my sweatshirt on!" she yelled as she took a sip from her drink. "Tommy just leave me alone!" She ran off to the bathroom and Tommy left the bill on the table. He waited outside the bathroom door.

When Kimberly came out Tommy was there. "Kim, what's wrong?" Tommy questioned.

"Nothing!" Kimberly yelled at him with rage. "Just stay away from me. You wouldn't even understand." She slowly began to walk off as her tummy began to growl. Kimberly began to feel weak and dizzy.

Jan Oliver sat at the table and was filling out paper work. The room was quiet and peaceful, until he heard a door slam. She knew that when the door slammed, Tommy had a problem. "What happened at school today?" she asked as her son took a seat next her.

"It's Kimberly," Tommy admitted. "I'm worried about her. She's falling asleep in class, she isn't eating, and I think she is over training. Aisha and I suspect that she is exercising in the middle of the night."

"I figured that," Jan stated as she considered her son's troubled face. "Aisha and I had the same conversation right before you came home. I called Caroline, but she doesn't believe it. She says that Kimberly is fine and is competing at the level that most athletes dream about doing. Aisha has also been saying that Kimberly is having more aches, pains."

"Mom maybe we should contact the coach and express our concerns?" Tommy suggested.

"I already did it before you came home," Jan stated as she got the table and put her paper work away. "The Coach says that he has noticed this too and is going to say something about it. He is worried about her too. "

Coach Schmidt was worried about her. She had to be joking with Tommy. "Mom, he is aware of what has been going on!" Tommy yelled as he felt rage and anger go through his body.

"Tommy, he wasn't aware of this," Jan assured him. "Trust me, he's going to do something about it."

Kimberly nervously stood on the scale as she was being weighed. "Please, let me satisfy him," she prayed.

"Very good," Coach Schmidt complemented as he finished weighing her. " You weigh 110 pounds!"

She was so proud of herself, she was finally making her coach happy and could do gymnastics moves at an even faster rate. "Yes, that was prefect!" Coach Schmidt shouted as he began to clap.

"Thank you," Kimberly said as she sat down on the balance beam.

Coach Schmidt couldn't stop thinking about getting a call from Jan Oliver. He feared that it was just the matter of time before Tommy revealed his secret to Angel Grove. That wasn't going to happen, if he could prevent it. "I want to know something. Are you okay?" Coach Schmidt questioned.

"Yes, what are you talking about?" Kimberly fibbed as she was talking to her coach. "Who told you that?"

"I've heard you aren't taking care of yourself. I have been told that you aren't eating enough, getting enough sleep," he answered. Coach Schmidt couldn't reveal that Jan Oliver called. Or at least not yet. His goal was to gain Kimberly's trust. Then he could work on getting Tommy out of the picture. "I'm not working you too hard? Am I?"

"I promise you everything is fine," Kimberly repeated as she tried to keep a straight face.

"I just want to make sure you aren't having any problems," Coach Schmidt smiled at his future star athlete. " I'd like for you do give me 20 more those and stick to it. I know it's late. It's not a problem, is it?"

Kimberly got back up the balance beam ignoring the time. "No this isn't a problem," Kimberly reassured him. She suspected that someone had told Coach Schmidt had they knew. And she knew Tommy was behind it. He already let her know that he didn't like the coach. "I have practiced gymnastics late at night before. You don't have to worry."

"That's great. Between now and the competition you have work early, work until late, and train on weekends," Coach Schmidt declared.