For as long as you can remember, you have been a gymnast. It was in your blood to be one too, as your parents were once very prestigious gymnastics coaches who trained athletes for the Olympics.

You are pretty talented in every category, tumbling and rhythmic being your favorites to compete in.

Right now, you are practicing for your rhythmic floor routine with an emerald green ribbon. You have been practicing for about a week already, trying to perfect it to its max. Of course, it is annoying having someone staring at you 24/7. You know why he does that.

You and Carlos have had a brewing rivalry ever since you were both 15 and in the industry. He is also a gold medalist like you, but he is so ANNOYING. You both hate each other, even if you don't compete with each other in the same categories.

"I saw your floor routine," Carlos said. "It sucked."

"Yeah? What about you almost slipping on the bars earlier?" You shot back, panting as you got off the big mat.

"Accident," he replied sarcastically.