It's Not Called Gym-Nice-stics {Lissa}

[Diem Malso]

Diem walked into the gymnastic center and smiled. Being in a gymnastics center was familar territory for her since she had been doing gymnastics since she was 4 and competing since she was 6. As she walked over to the bleachers she noticed that there were only a couple of girls in the gym. Sitting down on the bleachers, Dee took in that gymnastics center smell and admired the blue flooring which contained springs and rubber foam to make the floor bouncy.

Remembering that she had ate mat hard last year, she smiled as she took off her maroon A&F hoodie revealing the top of her velvet blue glittler saphire twilight leo that had cute criss crossing straps on the back. New Year, NewMe she thought to herself as she stood up and took off her jeans and placed them in her gym bag but not before she took out her black biker shorts. After she put her shorts on she put her hoodie in the bag and zipped it up and placed it on the side of the bleachers.

Walking onto the blue bouncy mat, Diem around and started warming up. After warming up for 15 minutes, Diem walked over to the 125cm high, 5 meters long, and 4 inches wide beam. With the springboard at the end of the beam, she jumped up and mounted the beam.

Doing her dance poses, a wide smile appeared on her face. Locked Arms, Tucked Head, & Hollowed Hips is all she thought about as she went into a stag split handstand since she had good upper body strenght. As she landed her handstand, she did a straddle split. Smiling as she stood up and did some more dance moves, she decided that she might as well work on the her dismount.Taking a deep breath in she finally got the guts and did a backhandspring walkout with a back Salto tuck and stuck it.

[Lissa Faye]

Lissa watched from her straddle-split position on the floor as Diem entered and warmed up. When Diem was working on her beam routine, Lissa picked herself up from the ground and started hopping lightly from one foot to the other to loosen up her ankles and hips. Lissa always took her time stretching, warming up and doing muscle conditioning excersizes. Like today, she was in the gym before Diem arrived, and still had yet to do anything overly gymnastic.
Lissa was pretty new to the gymnastics scene. She had taken a few gymnastics and tumbling classes as a little girl, from ages 4-7, before her ballet training got so time-consuming that she didn't have a place in her schedule for anything else. Upon her arrival at RPA, Lissa was convinced to pick up gymnastics again by her freshman-year roommate, Joie. Lissa discovered that she could balance, flip, and hold herself in odd positions high above the ground almost as well as the other girls in the club. Even so, she kept mostly to floor excersizes and rhythmic gymnastics.
It was no secret that Lissa wasn't incredibly well-liked by the other girls on the team (minus Joie, of course): gymnasts for whatever reason didn't take too kindly to ballerinas. Maybe it was because she insisted on wearing her plain cotton-spandex leotards from ballet rather than investing in shiny lycra and velvet ones like the other girls preferred. Or maybe it was because, since she hadn't spent her life on a gymnast's diet, she had a chest.
Lissa stopped bouncing around and adjusted her green camisole leotard that she was wearing over a dark grey sportsbra.
"Pretty good, Diem," she said, with a small smile.