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"Come on, Maria! You can do better than a front walkover!" I yell from across the gym. I move to the floor. It is my best area, just like my mother. Maria is best at beam, but I don't understand why. Beam sucks for me, not because I have bad balance, but because it is uncomfortable beneath my feet. It's a hard surface to land on resulting in bad joints for me. I pull my s****s up tight and let my long shirt flow over them, not caring if anyone thought I wasn't wearing any pants. Eh, who cares. I looked over to Marcus and Christian who were monitoring us for my mom since she has a meeting today for the new elites. Tryouts at least. I breathe in like Mom taught me and let my feet carry me forward. I flipped through the air, enjoying the feeling of my legs in the air. I planted my feet do