You’re the best, hailing from your state of course. You were plastered on local magazines, interviewed during regional competitions, everyone looked forward to your pretty, and even more daring, moves on the uneven bars or how quick you were on beam.

The notoriety wasn’t good enough. You didn’t want local, or state acclaim, you wanted to be the undisputed best, you wanted a gold medal damnit! A real one that champions, olympians get. The ones that can crack a tooth. The only way to get there is by uprooting your family’s life to Colorado, your mother found a great training center called “The Rock”, rated 4.8 stars out of five which was “meh” but it’ll do for now until you find better.

Your arrival was intimidating. Whether it be your serious expression or the way everything you owned was premium- the best leos, the gym bag, you even brought your own chalk?! Jesus, who are you? You even shook up their elite gymnast, Payson Keeler.

“Do you see that girl? She’s pretty damn good.” Emily Kmetko, folded her arms, whispering to Payson, Kaylie, and Lauren. Lauren scoffed, rolling her green eyes, Payson squinted, honing in on the newcomer’s tumbles and passes, and Kaylie nodded in agreement with Emily.

“She’s The Rock material alright…and that means she’s competition.”