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Blind Gymnast Chapter 2

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Chapter2: Dreamer

It smacked me right into the head…or at least I’d hopped it did not.
“Yo, not cool!” A voice yelled. “Are you okay?”
I looked up and could just make out a boy, a bit younger than me, could be in yr 7…unsure.
“Yeah, I’m fine…thnxs for the help.” I replied.
He then walked away, with I think I sort of smile on his face...but I had worse thrown at me, sometimes I’ve been able to avoid with my gymnastic tricks, others…well, not so lucky. So I went back to my book, acting like nothing happened.  

And then about an hour later I could hear the coach coming towards me.
“What the heck happened?” He demanded.
“Nothing.” I replied.
“Really? Then how come you’ve got a smug of bladed grass on your cheek?”
“It’s nothing; I tripped over and was going to wash it off.”
He sighed.
“What am I going to do with you?” he said.
“How’s about letting me become an Olympic Gymnast?” I asked with widen eyes.
“Maybe, one day maybe.” He then walked away.
I did a face palm, I couldn’t have the heart to tell him that some dude was trying to clip a ball into my face… and I’m guessing that boy who save me only managed to swat it away from my face…that might explain the grass clip.
May as well go and wash it off…I sighed as I picked myself up and made my way to the girls bathroom. Quickly cleaned myself up, how you wonder? I guess you could say it was all in the feeling in the face.
“She should have kept that look…*sniggering* it really suits her.” another girl said.
The other girls giggled…but I just walked out of the bathroom.
For my next class I had was geography, biology, English and lastly Math.

Going home is a bit harder than you think as, as with many students leaving at the same time. It’s hard to sense which direction is the safest to travel, even though my ‘dad’ keeps on pestering me to take the safe way home…but I keep on insisting that I need to exercise and complaints that I’ve never hung out with him as family rather than my gym coach…so I give in a get into his Holden Commodore. And we remain silent until we get home.

We live on the outskirts of Sydney, I usually walk or drive to school, as it’s only a ½ an hour walk there.Home is a 2-storage bricked house with a mini spa-pool out back with a rotating clothes-line and our little Silky-cross dog Sena (yeah, I named him after the main character from Eyeshield 21) and he knows, not to pounce on me when I enter through the door…but of course me being away from school for such a long time he does get lonely. Sena also kind of acts like my ‘Guide Dog’ when I’m in the house, he helps me (even sometime when I don’t ask him to) in and around the house. I love him to pieces and sometime we take him to the gymnastics….with permission of the owners of course.
“Were home.” I announce as I enter through the door.
At our home is like a Japanese tradition as we only take our shoes off at the front door, to save on cleaning time….and because I would it to be and mum and dad just followed my lead.
“Welcome home.” Comes a voice form the kitchen.
I venture towards the kitchen and greeted by the smell of mum’s home cooking.
“Hi mum…how’s work?” I asked feeling my way around to the fruit bowl.
Then I feel a rubbing against my leg, and I already know who it is…Sean.
“Hey, Sena.” I said leaning down to acknowledge him. “Have you been good boy?” Rubbing him around his head. “of course you have.”
Sean barks and then licks my face…then runs to the other side of the kitchen, I stand up and feel my way up stairs to my room….but urges me to be careful as sometimes I trip down the stairs.
“I’ll be fine.” I sure her with a smile, venturing up the stairs is a bit of challenge as sometimes Sena can leave his toys around the place. But I guess he’s improved knowing of how I can’t really see him.
Then I hear a bark as soon as I reach my room. I turn.
“Is that you Sena?” I asked then I hear a rolling on the floor that then touch’s my feet, I reach down…it was an apple, it has no bite marks as Sena as I felt had carried in special ‘doggie carrier’. I knell down to his level.
“Thanks champ….you’ve always been good to me.” I commented opening my door to lead him into my room.
Sena wastes no time as he rush’s into my room and bounce’s onto my bed. I feel my way around and sit on my desk with my bag slumping next to it and then begin chewing into my apple.
‘Delicious.’ I think, Sena had picked out the best of the bunch.
I then lean down and open up my bag to investigate my homework for this week. Reading from my school diary, by my hand (everything had to be in braille) I had to read a couple of chapters of ‘Billy Elliot’. I may as well get it over and done with. I shuffle through my bag, then a cold wet nose push’s my hand out of the way….oh, it’s Sean. Then a soft cover book hits my right hand, I then feel the cover ‘Billy Elliot’.
I pat Sena for helping me, and promise to treat him afterwards.
I begin reading the book, sweeping along the page’s from left-to-right…the story is about a boy whose father wants him to pursuit a career in boxing, but instead he ventures off and does dancing instead.
Interesting choice, as this story is like me. Having my condition and yet perusing the dream of becoming an Olympic Gymnast, but not in the Parra-Olympics’ in mainstream (normal)...but knowing the rules, I won’t be allowed in. And that means I won’t cheat my way in.

“Kyra…were heading off soon.” Dad yelled up to me.
I rose from my bed; place my book on my desk (opened up to the page I was up to), Sena got my gym bag from my closet, handed it to me (it was a duff bag, in a blue and green strips) and I made my way down stairs. Sena had to be put outside and then we headed out to the car. Mum escorts’ me out the door as the steps leading up to the house, I’ve on constant occasion’s tripped up and down…and straps me in.
“Dad showed me your performance you did at school….you’ve defiantly improved, just make sure you keep your hips in line with your shoulders, as I noticed that your hips were out of balance doing the ‘one-foot around the world’.” Mum explained having her hands on the open front passenger window.
I nodded.
“Thanks mum; I’ll keep that in mind.” I said with a smile.
I sense that mum was smiling back at me, I turned back to the front as dad backed the car out of the drive way and headed straight for the gym.

The gym is family owned, not by my family, but by a very close family friend of ours. The Blakely’s own and runs the gyms the husband of the family is my mum’s bible study best friend and they also went to the same university (Sydney uni), in their family they have one son Zac and also does gym (his goal is to do the exact same as me…enter into the Olympic level). Me and Zac don’t go to the same school a she goes public (cheaper and it was his choice) but we have been very close friends since childhood…and he doesn’t really care about my condition as he treats me like a normal rival (within safe permitters).
“Hey Kyra, how’s school treating you?” Zac asked hugging around the neck as soon as I got into door.
I shrugged my shoulder.
“The same as usual.” I admit.
Zac know about the bullying and had been privately compliantly to his dad (who is our school’s biology teacher) about the school’s treatment of me.
“Again? Why won’t they give up? Your just one girl.” Zac complains throwing his hands into the air
“Yeah, one girl who going, to kick your butt at regionally this year.” I proclaim.
“In your dreams.”
Zac and I muck around for a while...and then Dad brings us to attention. The gym is a small time that only has us at the moment, so I and Zac get privately tutored by dad.
“Now, I would like you guys to do laps around the indoor track.” Dad announcer’s clapping his hands together.
We salute him together.
“Yes, sir.” We say together.
Zac runs off to the boy’s change room as I use my cane to find the way.
“You need help?” Zac offers, judging by his voice.
I smile.
“Thanks.”
Zac takes me by the hand and leaded me to the door of the girls change rooms…even though I already know the way, but sometimes I take precautions when walking around gym equipment.
“See you out there.” Zac says as he let go of my hand.
I venture into the change room with my duff bag over my shoulder.

When I emerge I have on my body suit sky blue tights (has sequence on the front and half of my back showing) with special gymnastic shoes on my feet (I also had skin colour tights on underneath) and my hair tied into a ponytail.
I feel like everyone is watching me, as I chose this outfit for myself…working at the church, I do a few odd jobs around and also helping out some of the family’s with. I bought this from a op shop, and had my parent and doing some at school with the teacher kindly offering to help during Home Ec (I chose for yr 12, sowing as an elective subject) and this was the first time showing it...it has taken over a month to put it all together.

“So what do you think?” I asked.
I couldn’t hear anything coming front their mouths, which made me even more embraced.
“Come on, at least someone say something?” I asked with my cheeks flushing.
I could hear someone stepping forward and then took my hand.
“Honey, you look beautiful.” It was mum.
“I agree 100%.”- Dad
“Ditto.”- Zac
I walked further into the gym room, as I sit down in a spare plastic chair as dad helped me in putting my gym running shoes on, and placing some track suit pants over my outfit. I could hear another pair of shoes running; it was Zac who lead the way to the running track.
“So, that was the outfit you were hiding?” Zac commented.
I giggled. “And I kept it a really good secret, didn’t it?” I asked.
We ran around the track at least 5 times, with Zac happening to lead the way, as he was the guide for me to follow the track. None of us puffing out as we have done this since the cause of my blindness(+ my dad got me into it, and it took it a step further by dreaming of the future it could take me)
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LavenderDragonHeart's avatar

You type FAST, that you do.

I'm still going through chapter one a bit more to get the feel of it.