"I Can Fly" (paint sample)

                The annual State Championships for level nine gymnasts were just around the corner. The pressure that came with this met was all Molly could think about as she stood at the chalk bucket, doing the same routine she always does to get the perfect amount of chalk on her worn in grips. She only had three practice left before the big day, so she knew it was now or never to get back a skill she had done a thousand times before. Last week when performing her routine, her grips slipped off the low bar when she attempted a bail and ever since there was a huge mental block that began to control her. Today she was determined, she wasn’t going to let this little fear stop her from victory next week. As she approached the low bar, she kept reminding herself of how m=badly she wanted this. Molly completed her lower half or her routine, but the nerves began to kick in was she jumped to the high bar. One time, that’s all it would take to beat this. She pushed all the nerves out as she did her long hang kip, cast handstand pirouette. She completed her first giant, spotted the low bar, and then let her body kick in. As she loosened her grip, she squeezed her body’s muscles and felt herself fly. Next thing she knew her hands were grasping the low bar and her coaches and teammates cheered loudly. Molly knew she was back, and could finally fly again while doing her bail. A small smirk crept its way to her face as she thought about how her chances to become state champion were finally in her reach again.