“Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty” I zei aloud. I had been doing chin ups on the high bar for the last twenty minutes. I swung my legs back and forth. I kept swinging until I was doing full 360’s around the bar. When I had enough speed, I propelled myself to the lower bar volgende to me, and then continued what I had been doing. This time when I had enough speed, I propelled my self to the higher bar. I kept swinging until I had enough speed. This time I propelled myself straight upwards, then landed perfectly balanced on the bar, even though it was only a couple inches thick. I walked along it then jumped down to the blue mats. I walked over to the balance beam and climbed up. First, I just walked along it, then I ran, then I skipped, then I did cartwheels and back flips along it. I jumped down and put my workout CD on then climbed back up. I did my advanced routine: Walk on my hands, back flip, front flip to the high bars, where I did seven flips, switched bars, then did seven meer flips. After that, I jumped up onto the bar, and did a walking handstand. Then I propelled my self to the rings and held my body straight out like a pencil, my arms stretched. I felt like I was flying. I jumped down and walked over to the muziek player and stopped the CD. I walked over to the punching bags, looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and then geplaatst up a picture of Wally and Artemis holding hands. Then I beat it up violently. My last stempel, punch was so hard it sent the punching bag flying off the chains that were holding it. I ran over to it then reattached it. *Clap, clap, clap, clap*. I whipped around to find Robin standing at the door, smirking at me.
“What?” I asked sheepishly
“I’m so over him, I don’t care that he’s dating my best friend, yay for u two” he mocked me “Very nice. Very nice indeed”
“What do u want, Robin?” I asked
“Oh, just the truth” he zei slyly
“The truth is that the first person I’ve ever loved dumped me for my best friend. And don’t say: didn’t u love u parents? Because they died when I was three. They were divorced when I was two, so no, I didn’t love them” I found myself explaining everything to him.
“Night, calm down. I came to see if u were okay, not to get your whole life story” he sighed
I went to another punching bag and started to stempel, punch again.
“Night, I know this is hard for you, but u have to focus on right now, not something that happened hours ago” he soothed “It’s like my mom used to say: ‘Remember the past, dream about the future, but live the present’”
When he finished that sentence, I punched the bag so hard, I heard the ceiling creek where it was being suspended door chains.
“Did your mother die a couple years back? Was she a beautiful young lady who cared for everyone? Are u an only child?” I demanded
“Yes, yes and yes” he answered
“Was her last name Grayson?” I asked
“Yes” he replied
“Your mother was my first master at the dojo!” I exclaimed