Tumble Bee Gymnastics Novels & Stories

“Let’s get this over with. The girls cleaned every corner of the gymnasium. After spending several hours of cleaning, the floors, the girls laid on the bleachers. “God, that was awful,” June complained. “Just be glad that Baxter didn’t make us polish his statue.” Said Bonnie. “He has one of those?” Elizabeth asked. “With his ego, I wouldn’t be surprised.” As the girls unwounded from their labor, a strange meow came from the other side of the gymnasium door. “That noise again,” June said. “Let’s check it out.” Bonnie said.

I thought. In the end, Zetta and I were called the last for the somersault test. Luckily it was somersaults- meaning..it will be held indoors... otherwise it wouldn't be funny rolling in the field. Two creatures that I avoid the most are hanging out at the gym. I'm waiting for Zetta's somersault, then it's my turn. The question is… why when everyone finished somersaults went straight back to class, and Rocky stayed here? Then… what business does Mr. Harold have in the gym? It's my turn too! Ouch. Mr. Harold and Rocky at the same place.. what a lucky day. note the sarcasm!

she said. “Oh, wow. I guess so. I never thought of that. I was in the gymnastics team in high school and I find doing stunts very relaxing.” “Yeah, sure. It looks very relaxing. Also better that my partner would be able to bend me like a pretzel. Teach me,” she said and I giggled. We moved from some failed stunt attempts to going to make morning coffee, and then Ben and Hermy got back from their run. I went to take out the tools and then changed into my gardening boots, but then again, Hermy decided to garden with us.

Learning offensive manoeuvres was going to be taught, but not straight away. I spent an hour learning to move my body through different moves and keep my balance. There was the tightrope walk on a thin beam of wood where I had to hold my arms wide to the side and walk without falling off. At first, I was very wobbly, even with my arms out straight. I did this fifteen times.

I felt bad not just saying yes, but I’d never seen the girl dance. He beamed. “I’d expect nothing less.” He pulled his phone out and swiped a few times at the screen. “Indulge me a second, I’m just so proud of this girl,” he said, turning the screen to face me. A girl—Lizzie, I assumed—was on the screen on a stage. She wore black leggings and a sequined T-top along with a dazzling smile, as she performed one of the most impressive combinations of leaps and turns I’d ever seen strung together. The stage flew beneath her feet, and her long legs ate up the space, her body in perfect balance as she danced. After a very impressive set of fouettés, she concluded the routine with a tumbling run I s

“Okay, Evernight. Didn’t know you had teeth.” I swallow the anxiety curling in my gut. I don’t belong here. I should be in my room, sipping burnt coffee and memorizing the glycolysis cycle. Not here, about to die from public humiliation. “Alright, newbies!” Serena’s voice slices through the chatter like a blade. “We’ll start with basic tumbling. Let’s see what we’re working with.” “Basic?” I whisper. “I can barely forward roll without seeing my ancestors.” Blaire nudges me. “Just do your best. Fake it. Or fall dramatically. Either works.”

It was as if she was dancing to what they were feeling at that moment. They were awed at her grace and athleticism. She was turning so many times without getting dizzy. It looked similar to that of ballet. She never wobbled. Her transition to every movement was seamless. She leapt high and graceful and even followed it up with a flip. Nobody in their school was able to do this before. When the boys did this, they were already awed as much as they were worried they would break their necks. But Dawn did this so easily and in a way that they didn’t have time to wonder if she’s going to get into an accident.

"Unfortunate. Take a seat in the bleachers for now." Without a word, I nodded and followed Jay up to the seats. The echo of grunts and the thud of bodies hitting the mats filled a gym. I watched, transfixed, as students paired off, grappling, throwing, and pinning - their movements fluid and fierce. The girls were just as fast and powerful as the boys. A pang of longing twisted deep inside me.

Oh goddess. It’s my turn. I hug Jess one more before walking out the locker room. Almost half of the cheerleaders were on the bleachers watching and some on their phones. Oh Jolene,you can do it. I stepped onto the mat, suddenly aware of every single person watching. Coach Ferguson looked at me before looking at the clip board.“ I see you have gymnastics background? Hmmm..." I nodded "Okay,falls show me what you've got" "Backflip, double hand spring,Aerial ,back hand springs and full twist"Vera says with a sweet smile.