Author Note: Hope everyone has had a great holiday. The last few weeks have been busy, but managed to write in a new chapter for you all. Hope you all enjoy.

It was nearly two in the morning when the two had disconnected the phone that night. Kimberly was skeptical, upset, and in worriment about her weight.

The weigh could only haunt and hurt her. It wasn't fair. She'd been in the best shape ever and her walls came crashing in. With her supportive boyfriend, he assured she wasn't fat but the perfect darling he loved.

The following morning was another busy one. Getting up early for school then a few grueling hours at the gym; it never ended. A lot of Kim's soon-to-be new teammates had similar instances. Though, balancing an everyday life was what she wanted.

And she got that.

Or so everyone thought.

School came a top priority. It always had been one. As far as she could remember, it was more of an activity that she loved the most; however, it wasn't now. It was more so at a competitive level now that she had made her mark on the Pan Globals.

The tournament was months away but school was just the beginning of it all. No one to hang out with or a familiar place to call it home; but it was surely she'd find something.

That evening, she perfected herself on the uneven bars. Twirls and whirls were never ending. She spun up then down.

And repeat.

She had to do at least sixty before the night ended. Here and there she had her breaks, but she was very determined. Determined for gold, but wanted to make her family and close friends proud.

Several times she'd growl at herself at the imperfection. She'd sit off to the edge of the floor, sipping her drink as she took a pill that claimed to ease the aches and pains away as she relaxed.

"Hart," a voice yelled across the room as it wandered to his office.

"Great," she muttered softly as she rolled her eyes. The coach walked passed her as she made it into her office. "What does she want?" She grumbled to herself as she looked over. Hopefully, nothing was wrong.

Gulp!

"On second thought, back to the beam."

"Hart, to my office on the double."

Kimberly sighed as she walked over to the three offices that were back to back. She entered one of them as she shut the door behind her as she sat down. "What's up?" She said calmly, not knowing what to respond.

"Nothing's the matter, but your form on the balance beam," she explained. Kimberly had been on the beam for a while since after school hours, yet she wasn't focusing as much. "It has to be perfect. Coach Schmidt expects of it."

"How perfect; I mean I've done at least forty perfect ones and a few really great ones. How much can he want?"

"Enough to see gold through his eyes. I'll have to ask Belle, the finest here to help you. She's seen gold four times over with him. If you want to qualify for the trials and the Games themselves, make them all perfect."

"Gotcha."

"Let me see if I can get Belle to help you."

Kimberly nodded as she saw a teammate that was signaled to the office, "Oooookay," she sighed softly. "Maybe I'll have Tommy visit one day."

"She'll help you. Believe it or not, this is your life now. Some of these girls have private tutors and still strive for their goals. Just do well in the next weigh-in and you'll do fine," Coach Willis noted as she patted Kim's shoulder.

Belle came from her routine as she stood next to Kimberly. The two were the perfect match.

An inseparable match. A competitive match as well that would drive both of them to the top.

The night just got started. Two young girls on a completive level. Both had goals to meet and one had to leave a life again that she once knew to better herself. Meanwhile, life was just unfolded for Kimberly. All the standards for herself were put on hold, especially what mattered and cared the most.

And so it began. Her journal of the Pan Globals that written about her life's trials, tribulations, and accomplishments were about to be noted.

And what about Tommy?

Good question, what about him?