"Dismount"
By Kassidy Grant
Her heart beats as she stands there waiting for the judge’s approval. One man with thick glasses nods his head and tightens the grip on his pen. She breathes, and in that split second she remembers everything she was ever taught: Pointed toes, focused eyes, and a pose that says ‘I am finished, and I have won.’ She begins to run, or at least she thinks she’s running. The bottoms of her feet are filled with nerve endings that are no longer functioning. In her mind she is floating, but in their eyes, she is giving it all she’s got. Everything seems slow motion as the tips if her finger finally meet the rubber bar.
The beam is filled with dust and powder of those who went before her. She climbs to the top, breathless, she looks at the crowd and refocuses? Pulling her hands up in the the air. Now, cameras are flashing an people stare, still astonished by what was happening. She already had her mind on the next move. She spots the beam and lands safely. Quickly, she runs, throws and aerial And cautiously touches the other end of the beam. Kneeling down, she soon jumps off revealing the beauty of an air-born twist. Opening her eyes, she finally finds herself on the safety of the royal blue mat. She strikes and pose and she is successful.
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