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Max POV

Running. I was running. Ok, Wait! Stop. Rewind. It was the day of the gymnastics try-outs. everyone had to do a vault, routine, and un-even bars. The judges were 3 of the gymnastic team members. Ok, back to the beginning. I did my cart-wheel then backflips. On the last backflip, I flipped onto the vault and sprung into the air. I hugged my self, got really straight, the spun my body a horrific speeds. I came down and landed perfectly. Everyone in the room turned to stare at me. The judges looked and wrote on their papers. My coach(The one from school) came over to me."I- I've never seen anything like that. that was incredible." I blushed and nodded my head. A gymnast walked towards me."Max, is it? Max Martinez?" I nodded."The judges want you at the routine section." I followed her over to the routine section. I pretty sure you guys don't want me talking about my routine and un-even bars, so I'm going to skip through those parts. Lets just say, everybody was really impressed with my performance.

"Max! Max!" A 49 pound weight hit my abdomen at full force."Angel," I said."Your crushing me." She backed up and grinned. Me, Gazzy, and Mommy know something you don't." Angel has done these jokes since she turned three. I always thought these things weren't very important, but untill just awhile ago, every time Angel does these jokes it has been pretty important."Angel, were's Mom?" Angel pointed toward the door. I walked outside. Mom was standing there talking to Fang. Fang? They seemed to be having a serious conversation. Being who I am, I didn't walk away untill they were done. I hide behind the door and listened. Bad part? My uniform started to itch really bad. Whenever I touch it, It squeaks really loud too. Mom and Fang were talking softly so I could barely make out what the were saying."Sorry- try to- don't worry abo- I'll talk to her later." That's all I heard from my mom. Of course Fang didn't say anything. I walked in for the second time."Hey. Angel said she knew something I didn't so, I knew it must be something important." My Mom laughed nervesly."Yes. Max. You made all tens at everything. You made it on the team."

Ding Dong. I opened the door. I was greeted by sandy hair and a handsome face. Sam. I had asked him to come over and judge my gymnastics. The first practice is in two weeks, on February 22. The competition is on May 30th, so we have a while."So, where are we gonna do this?" He said rubbing his hands together. I pointed outside to the fluffy green grass."The grass so I won't get hurt." I ran in and got a gymnastic mat from inside."Sam," I said struggling."A little help?"

AFTER SETTING UP AND STUFF

"Being the judge and all, I will choose what you do." Sam said in a judgy voice."First, I need 3 toe touches."(for those of you who aren't clear on this, toe touches are when you jump up and do the splits in the air.) I did three perfecly."Strait backflip, no hands." I did it.- awhile later-"Last but not least," said Sam."Backword cart-wheels. 5. Keep the toes straight, also!" I giggled. I turned around and bent myself back. I kicked my legs over my head(And kept my toes strait!) I did that four times. On the last one, I kicked my legs over my head but my foot didn't touch ground. Instead, My right foot hit a large rock underneath me. The foot twisted to the side and I fell on top of it. I fell on my foot, not the rock. I heard a slight scream from somewhere, I think it might have been from me. When I looked over Sam was right by my side. I looked at my foot. Was it supposed to be pointing that way? I looked away. Breath Max, just breath."Can you stand?" I glared at him."judging by the way my toes are pointing, what do you think?" I said through tears and clenched teeth."Oh, Right. Can you even move you foot?" I tried to twist it just a bit. Pain surged through my body. I shook my head."I'll go get your mom." He ran inside. I looked to my right. A dark figure caught my eye. Fang. He noticed the condition I was in. I blinked and there he was, in front of me."What happened?" I told him about the practice and the rock and everything. Even Sam. By now the pain had settled in and tears were streaming down my face. I felt a hand on my shoulder."Oh, Max!" Mom. She bent down to examine my foot. By now I was letting out soft whimpering noises. I know, pathetic right?"It looks really bad. I can't do anything to it or it might become worse. I like it will just be safe to take you to the hospital." Mom and Sam went to the car while Fang helped me up and into the car."Fang, go tell your mom you going to the hospital and you'll meet us there." He nodded and raced of. Sam stayed in the seat next to me.

ONE CAR RIDE LATER

A nurse wheeled me into a surgery room. She had said she wasn't going to do any surgery, but just put my foot back in place. Another nurse came in and helped my onto the table. Nurse #1 injected some stuff into my arm. The world began to grow fuzzy. Before fell into the sleep though, I sort of pass out from pain.

I woke in a hospital bed. I tore of the sheets to look at my foot. It was roughly bandaged. I vaguely made out a hint of a stitch. So she HAD done surgery! That liar. I looked to my left and almost jumped out of my bandages. Sitting in the chair, asleep, was... Fang? How long had he been here? As if to the sound of my thoughts, Fang awoke and stared into my tired eyes."Fang?" He nodded showing me to go on."Why did they do surgery?" He folded his leg over the other one."They first positioned your foot back to the way it was supposed to be, It took a whole hour to do that by the way. Then they took some X rays, But the bones were really broken, So they had to insert staples and rods to position the bones. So, then they had to stitch it back up." I pointed to my foot and asked "How ma-" "23 stitches" Answered Fang. Right then, the doctor walked in, followed by Angel, Gazzy, Mom, and Sam. They all sat in open chairs. The doctor stayed standing."Well, Ms. Martinez, I'll just skip to the point. Most of the bones in your foot are either fractured, broken, or shattered. A very small percentage of the bones are not broken but are bruised severely. We are gonna leave the foot wrapped because a cast would put to much weight on it and could further damage it." I glanced at my famliy. I was about to ask another question when the doctor answered it."You will be on cruches for three weeks and in a boot for two weeks after that. No gymnastics."

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