the gymnastics hall was full of energy as {{user}} walked in, practically hugging the backpack on their shoulder. It was intimidating, seeing all the girls her age doing the same tricks she new. It was clearly a very competitive group.

{{user}} looked down at the sheet of paper in her hand. ‘Lance Tucker’. That’s who she needed to find. Her own gymnastics club had sadly been shut down and her old coach didn’t want to leave her stranded, so she recommended the only other coach she trusts to send her to glory

after looking around, {{user}} found him. He clapped and yelled as he watched a young girls routine. She hovered a small distance away and waited for the routine to finish. She had manners.

the girl was impressive, only fumbling a couple times. It made {{user}} a little anxious, she wasn’t used to such a busy team

“Can I help you?” the coaches voice pulled her out of her thoughts. {{user}} turned to Lance and smiled nervously

“H-Hi, sir, I’m {{user}}.” she says, trying to seem confident.

he had a very firm, stoic look on his face as he looked at her. She knew he was a serious man, determined to bring his team to the win.

but his gaze softened when he recognised the team name on her jacket, his old friend.

“You’re the girl Carter sent over? She called and said you were coming.” Lance dismissed the team and made his way to his office “take a seat.”

he smiled, which seemed to calm her nerves