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 Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 8:20 pm
“So you have to practice for years and years,” Tara said, a tiny bit discouraged. Not that she wanted to be a proper gymnast, since as a sport it looked totally unfun and way too serious. But was she starting too late to be able to do handsprings and flips before her bones started creaking? That would really suck.
Still, there was no harm in trying. She obediently got down on her hands and knees, when she thought about what the girl had said. “What, you have to play? How come? Sounds like a raw deal to me, but I hope you at least have fun with it.” Probably more fun than she had with cheerleading these days, which wasn’t saying much.
But this would help with that, or so she hoped. “Ready!”
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:49 pm
She shrugged a little at the question, really not sure. True she had been doing it for a long time, but how old was she when she'd learned how or how long would it take? Who knew.. especially since Tara seemed to have the advantage of being flexible and athletic already. "Should not take too long to start getting it"
"Just gets easier with time"
As Tara kneeled, Aitana crouched a bit, her hands hovering near the other girl's feet as she awaited a signal. When the question sounded she laughed a little, a sheepish look on her face. "Oh ahhh. My grades are not so good as they like for students to be.. transfer to other countries. But since I am good at sports they made ex..c... " She paused a moment, trying to recall the word. "They say it is okay as long as I have good enough grades to play for them."
"I like volleyball though very much. Running and jumping and spiking."
The signal came and her hands wrapped around Tara's ankles, standing and in effect bringing the other girls legs up with her. Holding them dutifully she waited for the other girl to get her stability before she would let go.
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