Sticking It On Floor My eyes were puddled with tears. They were slowly trying to make their way out, but they weren’t. I felt like I had willingly ended the world for my self. You're braver than that. You never cry. No matter how hurt you are, you never cry. “It’s just one beam routine, in the millions you’ll do later when you’re in a higher level,” Coach Jasmin consoles me. “That beam routine just happens to be the only one that counts,” I mumble under my breath. A little angel pops up in my head, She’s just trying to help and reassure you, and you're putting her down? Who does that? You should be thanking her. Another, more devilish voice pops up in my head now. It’s her fault. She didn’t coach you good enough, so you fell. Be mad at her. Remember, you still have floor to look forward to, the little devil said sarcastically. The voices argued for a while. The devilish voice took over my brain, and I went on with no guilt. “All level 4s ...
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