After school let out that afternoon, it was back to the art of gymnastics. The balance of schoolwork and gymnastics seemed easy for Kimberly, but balancing other things felt like a juggling act.

From homework to somersaults; calculus chapter ten preparation exam to endless cartwheels; uneven bars to reading Romeo and Juliet - it was a whirlwind of things to do.

But, her balanced work ethic kept her dedicated. A strong focus and determination was also noted.

For about several hours, she'd go to the gymnasium to work on a routine. She perfected as it was a Pan Global trial. Over and over it was done. She sprinted across the room as she double somersaulted across the room. Breathing heavily, she walked over to nearest wall where her bottle of chilled water and towel were placed.

She sat on the bench as she roped the towel on her neck. Taking a sip of her drink, she couldn't believe the amazing somersault she landed.

She still got it.

Taking gymnastics seriously at the age of seven, she managed to win a few trophies and medals, which were her strive to keep going. All she could live for was a dream to be at the Pan Globals.

She was almost there. The trials were only months away.

"Attention," said a voice. A scale was placed in the middle of the room as two coaches with clipboards stood in front. "Can I have everyone's attention, please?" One of the coaches replied.

Kimberly stood next to one of the girls as she listened, "Who's that?" she asked quietly as she turned to them. "What's going on?"

"Shhh…" said the other as she shushed Kimberly.

"You'll see."

"But, I just worked out. They can't do that."

"Just watch."

"Renoldo, you're up first," Coach Blair remarked as he sifted through her weigh-in from two days ago prior to Kimberly's arrival. "Have you lost anymore weight since then?"

"N-n-n-o," muttered the young girl as she sulked her head down.

"You do realize Coach Schmidt will not be pleased if he has someone that is a size of a blimp? GET ON THE SCALE."

Frightened, three time silver medalist Leighanne Renoldo got on the scale. She hoped she didn't gain anything more than her weight for the up and coming traveling team. She closed her eyes and crossed her fingers behind her.

"125.6," noted the nurse who stood a distance inch from her.

"You need to lose this, Renoldo, or I can't have you as my gymnast."

"But, sir."

"Don't but me. The scale doesn't lie here. We're starting the traveling team in a few weeks and you're like this? What have you been eating?"

"I'm trying. I really am."

Leighanne ran away in a sob. Kimberly tried to run after her as she tried to console the young teammate of hers.

"Hart, you're next," Coach Helms said as she looked at the chart that they started for her.

"How tall are you?"

"5'2," she retorted as she stood in front of the scale. She darted her eyes at the nurse as she began jotting down numbers from what she saw.

"105," the nurse reprimanded as she wrote down the first weigh-in.

"That's average, isn't it?" the rookie gymnast asked as she turned around.

"Well, you need to lose five, if you want to qualify for anything for Coach' Schmidt's standards," the other coach added.

Stunned, she got off the scale and sighed. She sat on the bench next to the other girls. She dwindled her thumbs as she shook her head.

To her, that was perfection.

Though, perfection was an understatement to those who didn't know her. Perfection meant standards and what others wanted.

She was just about not to agree to what others thought of her. She was trying to be her, when all was shattered.

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