Dreams of Gold, turned reality
Thanks to all my reviewers, I didn't get what I asked for, but I am posting this anyway cause of the amazing reviews that I did get. You are amazing! Especially my psychic twilight-is-lovee
The joke about Ward is about my theology teacher is also known as Edward, if anyone wants to hear the full joke just let me know and I'll explain. Also, someone asked me to beta on a story and I am a stupid ditzy idiot who forgot who asked me. If you still want to give me another chance, I promise to be a better beta, just let me know. I am sooo sorry, I'm losing my mind- let me know either way. Still aiming for 20 or more. R and R.
A loud knock on the door woke us a few hours later.
"Bella, Alice? Are you girls awake?"
Crap! It was Carlisle!
"Oomph!" I fell out of the bed pulling Bella down with me.
He knocked again.
"Girls?"
Bella seemed horrorstruck. I elbowed her lightly in the ribs.
She cleared her throat. "Just a minute," she called, her voice a little higher than normal.
"Hide," she mouthed at me.
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Bella Pov:
"Just a minute," I called, wincing at how high pitched and unnatural my voice sounded to my ears.
I turned to Edward, mouthing the word hide.
He quietly stood up and looked around questioningly. "Where?" he mouthed back.
I looked around searchingly and then pointed to under the bed.
"Too small," he whispered. "Balcony?"
"No, he'll be able to see you. I've got it, bathroom."
Without waiting another second Edward darted out of the main room and into the en-suite. I waited until I heard the shower curtain close before I threw on my robe and answered the door.
"Morning Coach," I stated brightly with a smile.
"Morning Bella," he looked around. "Where is Alice."
I thought quickly on my feet, "You know, I think she went for a walk before breakfast."
"Hmm, I wonder if Edward is with her, I knocked for him this morning as well, and he wasn't in his room."
Don't blow it, don't blow it. I thought to myself, as I jumped at the mention of Edward's name.
"Hmm, maybe, she didn't tell me if she was meeting anyone."
"Anyway," he said, changing the subject. " I was just coming to drop this off for you and to see how my daughter was doing." He handed me a newspaper with the headline.
Dreams of Gold: turned reality?
The awe-inspiring story of 16 year old Olympic gymnast Isabella Swan.
By: Nikki Carter.
" Thanks," I said, fully intending to not read the article. I hate press releases about myself. Renee scrap-booked them all for me, but I gave up on them a long time ago. You were either not good enough, washed up, too inexperienced, or even worse, the favorite. All of these put unnecessary pressure on me when I didn't need it. Maybe one day when I was retired, I would appreciate the effort Renee kept to preserve them for me, but for now, I didn't like to think about it.
"Your welcome," Carlisle told me, walking out the door. "Practice in 20 minutes, don't be late."
I closed the door on his back and slid down it with a sigh of relief.
"You are the worst liar ever." Edward had come out from his hiding spot.
"Shut up, Eddie," I joked, knowing his hatred for the name.
"Don't call me that," he pouted.
"Ok, fine about Ed?" He shook his head.
"I've got it, Ward!"
"Ward?"
"Yes, Ward," I giggled. "Ward, Ward, Ward," I sang as he glared. He tried to speak, but I continued on over him. "Ward, Ward, Ward."
He gave up on trying to make me stop and tried another tactic instead. "Don't you have practice in like 15 minutes," he asked.
"Damn," I yelled, as I grabbed a random leotard and sweats. I ran into the bathroom still yelling. "I am always late!"
When I ran back out Edward was still laughing. I grabbed my bag, and ran out the door. " "Shut up Ward."
That shut him up. " See you later," I called over my shoulder. Ha, I got the last laugh.
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Edward Pov:
Ward?! Ward?! Oh God, Alice has created a monster, I thought. Though I guess I didn't mind, cause the look on her face was adorable.
"Ward?"
"Yes, Ward," she giggled. "Ward, Ward, Ward," she sang. I glared at her, and tried to speak, but she continued on over me. "Ward, Ward, Ward."
I tried a new method. This one had me laughing. I was still laughing as she came back into the room in a warm up suit. "Shut up Ward," she called as she ran out the door. I stopped laughing and she called over her shoulder to me.
" See you later." She may have gotten the last laugh, but this wasn't over.
My thoughts were diverted as I saw the newspaper on the bed. On the front page was a huge picture of Bella. She was flipping upside down through the air over the floor; a huge smile on her face. Underneath the picture was the headline.
Dreams of Gold, turned reality?
The awe-inspiring story of 16 year old Olympic gymnast Isabella Swan.
All around gymnasts are flipping, twisting, and flying through the air. Music is blaring from speakers, coaches are yelling, and gymnasts and a few spectators are chatting loudly. Though all the pandemonium, however, one gymnast in a patriotic dark blue leotard with stars, stands out. (Cont'd page 4 through 6.)
I quickly flipped to page four and along with Bella's team USA picture and few other pictures of her throwing tricks on the different apparatuses.
Isabella Swan, Bella, as she quickly corrected me, has blocked it all out. A deep look of concentration fills her pretty features as she salutes the beginning of her routine. The second her arms fall, she is already flying. The first tumbles started out shaky, but by the time she finishes, her imperfect start is all but forgotten. Bela Karolyi, the Olympic prodigy trainer, nods in approval beside me, as Bella speaks with assistant coach, Esme Cullen.
" Look for her on the podium," he tells me in his thick accent.
Before he can elaborate, Bella has made her way over to us shyly. Introductions are made and when Karolyi kisses the young gymnast's hand, her face, already flushed from her floor exercise, colors.
Formalities out of the way, we got down to business.
"So, Bella, tell me, how does it feel to be only sixteen and competing in the Olympics?"
"It's unbelievable, I feel like I'm dreaming and at any second my alarm is going to go off and I'm going to wake up," the Philadelphian native explains excitedly.
"Now that you are an Olympic gymnast do your friends and family treat you any different?"
She laughs. "No, not at all, I mean most of my friends are gymnasts too, so they understand how amazing of an opportunity this is for me and are really supportive and proud, but to them I'm still just Bella. It's really great, their support means everything to me, but I know that they will still knock me down if my head ever gets too big," she laughs again.
" If I'm not mistaken, you are not home schooled, how does that work with your training and competition schedule?"
" Well, I attend a private school that allows me to take primary classes in the morning from 7:00 until 11:30, and then my gymnastics training from 12:00 until 3:00 fills up the rest of my credits as an elective and then I have personal training until 6:30, and then Saturday I train for about eight hours ."
" Sounds pretty busy, do you have anytime for fun? And what do you do for fun?"
" Well in my spare time, I hang out with my friends and do what normal teenage girls do. You know hang out at the mall, have sleepovers, go see movies, that stuff."
" So, are there any special boys in your life?"
She blushed deeply. " Um, well, I spend about 90 percent of my life doing gymnastics, nine percent on school, and the last percent traveling to meets, I haven't really had much time for dating."
" So, no loves of your life," I tried to wheedle from her, noticing that she avoided the question.
She leaned conspiratorially towards me. " Well there is one love of my life," she confided. " Gymnastics."
We all laughed and she looked relieved when I moved on to another subject.
" What are your goals for this Olympics and do you intend to compete in the 2016 Olympics."
" Well right now, I just want to do my best and make America proud, as for the rest, I am taking it one day and one routine at a time."
" Thank you for your time, Bella," Nikki told me after awhile. " I think we are about finished here, but do you mind if we stay and watch for a little? Get some more pictures for the article?"
She quickly agrees and then heads off to take her turn on balance beam.
" She's going for gold," Bela Karolyi stated confidently.
" What makes you say that?"
" Look at her skill, look at her elegance," he gestured to her on the beam. " She has all the talent and all the innovation it takes to be the all around gold medallist. She just needs to focus on her training and consistency."
Just a few days later and Karolyi's prediction already seems to be coming true. A few training sessions with Bela Karolyi and an amazing routine on bars, though originally scored too low, seems to have locked in her dreams of gold.
Bella and Bela, do they have what it takes for gold. Can Isabella Swan be the youngest to ever win the overall, all around Olympic gold medal at only sixteen? With this young Philadelphian gymnast, anything is possible, but first the Team finals.
I glanced up at the clock as I was done reading and jumped. Crap I had my 200 individual medley in two hours. I ran out of the room, laughing at myself for being like Bella.