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Meg

It was the old nightmare again.

" She just needs a 15.1 in order to take the gold. This is her best routine, and she is flying through the air."

The announcer's words were lost as I flipped. It was at the USA qualifying for Worlds, and I knew I had it in the bag.

I just needed to land my last tumbling run. One, two, three… it was on the last combination that it happened. As I pushed of from the mat I felt something snap. I fell to the floor, landing on my already injured ankle. I cried out in pain before I blacked out.

I woke up gasping. The TV was on, but the room was empty. I could hear Alice in the shower and was glad that she wasn't there to see my meltdown.

"And now, we turn to the newest Olympics news. America's Aquaman, and America's sweetheart, Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan have been caught up in a romantic controversy." And I thought the other dream was bad, I thought as the TV announcer continued on. A picture of Edward and I kissing in the bar popped on screen and then changed to one of me slapping him across the face. I couldn't look away though as the report continued. This wasn't a dream, this was my reality and I'd take the nightmares over it any day.

Alice walked back into the room right then and turned off the TV before I could hear the rest of the newscast.

"You, ok," she asked, concerned.

I thought for a moment. "Yeah, actually I am."

It was true. Well it was mostly true. I wasn't going to let this get to me, not a second time.

She smiled concernedly at me, but seemed to get it. I showered and we both changed into our practice leotards and USA warm-up suits. It was the day of the team finals, but we wouldn't change into our team leotards and do our hair and make-up until after warm ups and conditioning.

We walked into the gym together, still in companionable silence. Dropping my bag in our warm up spot, I headed straight for Carlisle.

"Carlisle, I…" He didn't let me finish.

"Bella, don't worry about it, Edward explained the whole thing to me and you are not in trouble."

"What about the press?"

"Well," he smiled. "Just give it your all out there, and this whole thing will not even be on their minds tonight."

"Thanks." I tried to put all that I was feeling into that one word, and I think he knew what I couldn't put into words.

After conditioning, I felt focused. Nothing but this meet, my routines, and what it would mean if we took the gold, got past the mental block that I made.

All the other girls were jabbering as we changed into our leotards, but I was silent, and therefore the first one done. Alice was second and without waiting for permission, she sat me down to do my makeup and hair.

Soon I was looking in the mirror at a patriotic brunette. Her white leotard with a large sparkly blue star off to the right, sparkly red, white and blue stripes angling across the star, and red, white and blue stars running down her arms, cut an impressive figure along with her cornrowed ponytail with a red, white and blue scrunchy. Blue star clips held back any flyaways. Her big brown eyes were lined in dark blue with white eye shadow. I smiled and my reflection smiled back. Everyone was quiet now as the nerves began to set in.

I turned around and faced my teammates. "Let's do this," Angela told us.

We walked out proudly as a team in line with the other countries teams. I could finally feel some excitement, and I could definitely feel nerves.

"Team USA!"

We stepped forward as a team, waving in the formal gymnastic manner and smiling at the crowd as we were announced in English, French, and Chinese.

"Angela Weber, Alice Cullen, Isabella Swan, Kaitlin Reinsel, Kristen Langrebe, and Claire Boyer." We stepped forward separately as the announcer called our names.

After each competing country was announced, we stepped from the mat and those competing first pulled off their warm-up suits. Circled together, with Carlisle, Esme and Bela, we placed our hands atop one another's. "USA, USA, USA!" We threw our arms in the air and got ready to bring it.

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"It's almost a repeat of the 2008 Beijing Olympics. The team from the United States seemed flawless. They have the best, most decorated gymnasts in the World competing tonight, but the Chinese gymnasts are flattening them. If I'm not mistaken Carl, these are the same gymnasts that were proved underage at the Beijing Olympics."

"That's right Leanne, that is He Kexin and Deng Linlin, but I wouldn't count the Americans out yet. There are still two events left, the uneven bars and the floor. All the American gymnasts are known for their floor routines and after Bella Swan's performance on bars the other day, I'd say if they don't make too many mistakes, then they could still walk away with the gold. "

I tuned out the announcers as I stepped up to my turn on bars. I leapt onto the low bar and swung a few times to gain momentum.

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"And she's off to a nice start on the low bar. She begins with a kip, then cast to handstand, and underswing to handstand 1/1, before a stalder shoot to high bar. So far no mistakes, but there is something missing. I'm finding this hard to believe that this is the same gymnast that we saw just the other night. Where is the legendary Bella Swan spark that has been taking the gymnastic world by storm for the last year and a half? Kip, cast to handstand, stalder 1/1, giant 3/2 (Dawes), giant 1/1, Tkatchev, Pak Salto."

"You know I was just thinking the same thing, Carl. The mechanics on this routine are flawless, but she is missing that flair that sets her apart and makes her routines that much more amazing."

"Kip, cast to handstand 1/2, underswing shoot to high bar; still no mistakes, this routine is very difficult as well, the level of difficulty and precision needed for it is almost exact to that of Carly Patterson's gold winning routine from the 2004 Olympics in Athens. Kip, cast to handstand, giant, giant, full-twisting double back… and she sticks it! No wait a minute, her right foot just turned and she took a small step. Not a big deduction, but it might not give her the score she wanted. She is walking off the mat now and wait a minute, is she favoring her right ankle?"

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Bella Pov:

I thought I had stuck it, but then my ankle gave out on me after I landed. I tried to hold on, but I had to step to keep from falling completely. I walked off the mat favoring my right ankle slightly. It was the same ankle I had injured at Worlds. I gritted my teeth against the pain and made my way over to the edge of the mat, where Carlisle and Bela helped me down.

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"She is favoring that ankle, the same one she injured in Worlds less than a year ago. The .question is if she will be able to finish tonight or if her ankle will keep her out of floor."

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Bella Pov:

"Do you think you can compete on it," Bela asked anxiously, while Carlisle and Alice looked on in concern.

I tested my weight on it. it was tender, but I thought I could still compete on it. I might regret it later, but I knew that I would regret not finishing even more.

"I think so, I'll tape it, but I know I can do it."

Bela nodded, but Carlisle looked unconvinced. "Why don't we have the team doctor take a look at it, and if he clears you, then you can compete."

I was about to argue, I wasn't sure if the doctor would agree with my assessment, but just then my score was announced.

"And Bella Swan receives a 15.2 on that routine. Not enough to take the lead from China, but it will definitely keep them in the running for gold."

"Alright Bella, let's go get your ankle checked out so you still have time to warm up." I nodded and stood, before I could even take a step, Carlisle and Bela each took on of my arms.

"Just in case," Carlisle said as I opened my mouth to protest.

"Well it's not broken, and I don't think that it is sprained, so it's up to you. Do you think you can compete on it?"

I nodded again and stood up. "Thanks doctor."

"Just be careful on it," he called as I walked out. "And I want to x-ray it after, just to make sure."

I walked back out and taped it, before warming up again.

"Hey," Alice said. "Are they going to let you compete?"

"Yeah, I hope I can do it Als, I hope this ankle won't mess me up too bad."

" You won't, here," she handed me an Ipod. "Kristen found this and we've been passing it around. Got to go." She ran off as they announced her name. Angela and Claire had both stepped out, but if Alice and I could stay clean, then we could still beat the Chinese team.

I continued warming up jumping up and down. I put in the headphones and clicked play.

They lyrics and intoxicating beat ran through me.

And it's a sad picture
The final blow hits you
Somebody else gets
What you wanted again
You know it's all the same
Another time and place
Repeating history
And you're getting sick of it.

Before I knew it, it was time for me to take to the mat.

"Isabella Swan!"

"And it looks as if she will compete. Her ankle injury must not be too serious. She has it taped, but doesn't seem to be limping. I wonder if she will be able to perform well enough to win, or if they should have replaced her with one of the alternates?"

"I don't think we should count her out just yet, she seems to have gotten a spark of something. Look at that determination on her face, she wants this.

I raised my arms in a salute to the judges. I posed, standing vertical on the mat, my right leg bent at the knee, my left extended in a point, only my toes touching the ground, my arms extended to the left, my back arched, and my head thrown back. The second the music started, I was in action. The lyrics of the song Alice had me listen to, brought each move alive.

There she goes into a full twisting double back. Beautiful execution. She is just great when it comes to precision. There she is doing a two and a half front.

"And that smile, It's great to see gymnasts smiling during their floor routines. It really shows how much fun they're having and it makes the routine look that much more effortless. You were asking where that spark of hers' went, Carl, well there it is. It is back with a vengeance. Unbelievable, I can't believe the way she is throwing out these moves. Not only are they close to impossible to perform in combination, but she flawless and there is just something in the way she's performing them, what an amazing comeback. And she's injured too!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alice and the rest of the team waiting anxiously at the side of the mat. It was down to me, this routine meant the difference between gold and silver.

But I believe in whatever you do
And I'll do anything to see it through
Because these things will change

Can you feel it now?
These walls that they put up
To hold us back
Will fall down
It's a revolution
The time will come for us to finally win
We'll sing hallelujah
We'll sing hallelujah, oh

I was beginning to feel my ankle tire, the injury throbbing.

So we've been outnumbered
Raided and now cornered
It's hard to fight
When the fight ain't fair

I pushed myself harder, pushing off past the pain. Not just the pain in my ankle either, but also the pain of what happened with Edward. I was stronger for it though, and I was fighting back against all the odds.

We're getting stronger now
From things they never found
They might be bigger
But we're faster and never scared

You can walk away
Say we don't need this
But there's something in your eyes
Says we can beat this
'Cause these things will change

Can you feel it now?
These walls that they put up
To hold us back
Will fall down
It's a revolution
The time will come for us to finally win
We'll sing hallelujah
We'll sing hallelujah, oh

"And if she keeps this up, team USA has the gold in the bag for sure! I just can't believe this. Beautiful triple twist. Great elevation, clean twisting."

As I continued my routine and at each stab of pain in my ankle, a new memory flashed. Every time I considered quitting. Every trip to the Emergency room. Every school dance missed. Every snack food that I didn't eat. Every boy that I didn't go out with because of training. Each time I felt stupid in school because I missed too much and was so far behind everyone else. Everyday of pain, competing on sprains and breaks. Each life threatening trick, each close call. And then each moment of triumph. Each time I landed a hard trick for the first time. Graduating slowly through each level. It had all been leading up to this moment.

Tonight we'll stand and get off our knees
Fight for what we've worked for
All these years
The battle was long
It was the fight of our lives
But we'll stand up, champions tonight
It was the night things changed

Can you see it now?
The walls that they put up
To hold us back
Fell down
It's a revolution
Throw your hands up
'Cause we never gave in
We'll sing hallelujah
We sang hallelujah
Hallelujah

This is one of the better routines we've seen out there on the floor tonight, I mean she's had the audience entranced from the minute that music started. She has a clean cut routine so far, that is as graceful as it as powerful and even her dance skills are superb. She makes sure to get every detail perfect, right down to a pointed toe. An amazing performance, so far."

I stuck my last move,a double pike, and without fully ending the move, I span low until I landed on one knee on the floor. My other leg was extended as I came to a full stop.

Crack!

Just as I came to a full stop, I felt something in my knee snap. I exhaled sharply in pain. I had delegated too much weight on my knee trying to spare my injured ankle and that was too much for my knee to handle trying to come to a complete stop on it after so much momentum and force.

"And she ended it just as flawlessly as she began it. Wait, why is she still on the ground? She's clutching her right knee. I think she injured that as well, but she needs to walk off the mat without help, or it will be a deduction. Yes there she goes."

I stood up painstakingly, my knee already swelling. I forced a smile on my face, saluting the judges and the crowd. I shook my head at Carlisle as he began to come onto the mat to help me. I stumbled off myself, each step slow torture.

"But, will the judges deduct anyway, Leanne?"

'They could, Carl, it was after her routine had completely ended, but she hadn't left the competition space yet. We will have to see what the judges decied, it could go either way."

"Her score is… 15.95, just a small deduction for the injury, but is this score high enough to get team USA the gold, or will they take silver and the Chinese gold in a repeat of just four years again?"

I waited anxiously, refusing to even leave the edge of the mat to get my knee checked out as I waited for my score and what it would decide.

"Her score is… 15.95, just a small deduction for the injury, but is this score high enough to get team USA the gold, or will they take silver and the Chinese gold in a repeat of just four years again?"

I smiled, as the rest of the team jumped in excitement. Was it enough though?

And the gold medal team is….

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