My Diary and Me

Hey!!!
It's me, Sarah!!!
So here's the latest news:

We were at gymnastics and Courtney couldn't even do a somersault!! My coach hates her. I'm so happy. So Courtney was like,"I hate gymnastics so much, I would so like to leave." My coach was like,"Stop bein' a darned slacker. I hate slackers like you. Just follow your sis and you might be allrigh'." My coach is from Texas and talks with a Southern Accent. "Get on the darned mats girls. This is gonna be one long session. I'm talkin' abou' you-know-who," She glanced at Courtney, who was trying to arrange the mats and rolled her eyes." Courtney. Don't touch the mats. I had them all organized. Girls, not includin' Court, set it up again. Please." She rubbed her temples, as if trying to wave off a migrain. "Change of plans," she suddenly said, "Girls, not includin' Court, go work on the beams and floor." As I passed her, I heard her mutter,"At least y'all are past kindergarten." My face broke out into the large grin. "Coach, maybe I should intruct Courtney, you've obviously had a long day." I said. She smiled,"Thanks Sarah, you've always got my back." She walked into her office. "Okay, Court." Courtney scowled. "Watch carefully and do exactly what I do." I went into a complex stucture of flips, cartwheels, back hand springs and handstands, clearly giving her the message that she would so have to keep up. By the time I was done, it was the end of class and I was exhausted. She smiled,"Great work sis. We'll do more tomorrow." I grimaced. If she wanted to play hard, I would have to crush her.


-Sarah Wallace