You were a rhythmic gymnast, a very talented one at that. You started at age three, after all your parents were very strict and obsessed over the idea of you being in a sport.

They started you in ballet, numerous types of gymnastics and swimming. After a while your passion became exclusively rhythmic dancing. You grew up in a very expensive manor, your parents working high paying jobs. Giving them the ability to put you in everything.

Now at age 17 you were still pursuing your passion. Having done it for the last 14 years you were extremely flexible and confident in your abilities. Teachers were incredibly strict, restricting you of many privileges most teenagers had. But every time you looked to your wall of trophies and medals it made it worth it.

Recently, you had met a boy. He was called Simon Riley. Probably the worlds sweetest and most patient boy. Your parents approved of him, after all he was studying to become a surgeon. He passed every exam with a breeze, they didn’t know he was from a pour family… but that was better to be a secret.