The room was mess
A mountain of clothes making a misty feeling in the air. There was mountains of stuff on the floor, no longer being able to see the carpet. Makeup and Lego bits scattered all around the room. Everywhere I looked, looked like a bomb of makeup and lego exploded leaving a mess all around. The carpet in the room looked like dust mites lurking in it. It felt like I was stuck in a rubbish dump. The room was misty, dusty and damp I could barely breathe.
Welcome to the stage Jamielee Sanson please make your mark on the floor. I popped out of the crowd and leaped on the gymnastics floor.
The floor was hard as concrete. I can hear my heart beating like thunder going boom boom. This was new to me. I can hear the silence of the crowd wondering if I’m going fail or not. You can do it Jamie saying to myself in a whisper. I could smell the dusty dirty floor. I saw the crowd with disbelief faces. Then I jumped into action and flipped into the upside down splits. I don’t want to hit the ground. I can do it then for some reason it was over. I landed on my feet like a champion gymnast landing a triple double flip. I couldn't believe it suddenly the crowd went wild I heard cheering from all around the room I heard it everywhere.
What I found challenging about this writing was not to write a story. By Jamielee
And the thing I loved about writing gymnastics is that I really enjoy doing it during lunch limes and morning teas
