The Broken Ankle
As the music started for playing for my floor routine, the flame of confident inside of me grew. Starting with a roundoff backtuck, I was ready to do a move I struggle with every compotition. I started thinking about how un-supportive my family is. As the flame flickered and then went out inside of me while doing my full, I landed on my ankle bad. Sooner or later I was at the hospital. My brother leaned over my bed .
"Did I win?" I said in a soft voice. My brother smiled at me and nodded his head.
"You won for bravery" he said.