Writing Prompt

That how incredibly inspiring this story, not to just gymnasts but everyone in general.How a girl who was promised a full ride scholarship at a top college UCLA to go and do gymnastics. Who ended up in an accident could no walk but she went to physical almost every day so she could finally go and get back in the gym. Then she did get stronger walking with not even crutches. It took almost 2 years but she could finally walk. She missed her big opportunity to go to UCLA. Yes, but she was going to change the coaches mind. She walks into the gym and says can I have five mins of ur time because j wanna be in this team more than anything. The coach says don't waste my time.so when she began to tumble it was so incredible how this girl of such modern intensity could possibly ever do this after being paralyzed from the waist down. I love this story so much and it warms my harm because God knows I have no heart. The girl is quite the example of a go getter. she shows that even if u go through a tough time it will only get better if you make the change and doing something. She also makes it known that you can reach any dream even its farther than the moon and back. You can still achieve if you believe in yourself and strive for the best and push yourself for the best and nothing less. For me, for an example, I want to be a famous singer so it makes me want to get off my ass stop slacking off and if I really want this so-called’ dream’ than fight for it there's no reason why if your doing what your doing to achieve it you don't have it /have achieved it. I know I'm the wrist person to possibly give advice on this subject I dropped out of basketball cross country and basketball. Cross Country I rarely ever talk about but people who once knew me from running thought I was a very fast runner because I always came in first for the girl's team at our school. I feel lonely and confused at first with cheer year I messed up big time I know some people might think that I'm mentally retarded from all the damn times I messed up the day of tryouts I chocked and called my mom, of course, that demon ass womanizing ass bitch called others and told then I was crying she was probably just surprised to know I still had feelings and of course a soul. anyways back to cheer I stood there before the judges knowing I even I mess up I have to keep a smile on my face. I couldn't mess up as I did at moco tryouts. I didn't mess up I remembered the whole cheer and even yelled the cheer. but I knew somewhere deep inside I

“We’re going to to live forever.” “Forever is a bit overrated,” he smiled. “You know what I mean, we’ll be dead in just a few years, but our legacy will last longer than this rock in the sky. When it finally burns away, they’ll pick it up and be talking about what we did light years away.” “You’re dreaming big,” he let the words fall from his mouth, not thinking about the consequences that his partner would bestow on him for saying it. “Dreaming big? If I’m being honest, I’m not dreaming big enough. Did you see what we did?” Anger filled his voice, he didn’t like his existence being downplayed like this. “I did, but that doesn’t mean we need this treatment.” “I think I found your flaw,” he let the air leave his chest, having built up listening to the man in front of him. “We’re living gods, and you want to think we aren’t important.” “That’s not a flaw, that’s being human.” “Which you aren’t!” he yelled. “You’re not human! You’re a god, can’t you understand! We’re gods!” “I don’t like what you’ve become, stop this.” he put his hands up trying to separate himself from the madness flowing for his mouth. “We’re not gods. We aren’t, and we never will be. We are everyday humans who, I thought cared about the world. I don’t need to be rewarded, and you certainly don’t either. What happen to you?” He held a sly smile. Nothing left his mouth until he backed up and turned away. “I’m a god. I’ll flatten you if you step in my way. I am your god, and you will think of me that way.”

His voice was deep as he said it, head hung low.

District 12 doesn’t exist District 12 doesn’t exist

The words were rolling around my head, what does that even mean. Of course it exists, of course it does,

“Of course it exists, it has to, it has to!” My voice felt hoarse, but only a whisper escaped. I was lost in that moment, time slowed, I could sense every small flutter of wind, the sound of footsteps far away.

Gail just stared at me, shaking his head slowly, “I’m sorry Katniss, they bomb it, there was nothing we could do, we just had to run, theres nothing left anymore”

“When, how?” I didn’t want the answers, but i needed them.

He swallowed slowly, “after the tv cut - when the lightening hit in the arena, everything cut out.” He couldn’t look at me, “the peacekeepers, they started shouting accusing people of all sorts, the market was emptied they tried to clear all out and then we could hear this, this noise like a hum” His eyes glanced up to meet mine, “Then there was screams for by the old mines and this heat, this unbearable heat... i don’t know, but we had to run” Nodding slowly i took his hand, “Thank you” He didn’t need to ask what for, we both knew he’d saved her, he’d saved my little duckling.

Since that day when Fynn left me in charge I had felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility and pride that I had never felt in my life before. I had not only myself to think of, but my new circus family too! The days seemed to come & go a lot quicker than I would have liked and the show as they say must go on!

Now don’t get me wrong it wasn’t that I didn’t love it or indeed appreciate my new role.... believe me I do! It’s just that my life has changed so much in such a short space of time and to say that I found it a little daunting is a bit of an understatement. But luckily with Clare by my side I felt I could handle anything the world threw at me. She helped my choreograph my new routines and even helped me break the news to the guys when our Elephant routine had to be axed due to some new health and safety protocol bought in by the government. She has been my rock and my constant through it all, which is why I have decided to propose to her and make her my wife.

How to propose to such a woman though is perplexing me. Usually with such a quandary I would rush to Clare and she’d help me but I can’t go to her with this and the idea of her refusing my proposal has consumed me so much lately and as you can imagine my creative processes have not been at their best due to this stress. I had thought of proposing during the show. Maybe I could drop to my knee during the finale, or meet her up on the trapeze... but what if she fell... what if she refused me... the humiliation alone would haunt me for all my days but to add a massive audience to bear witness to such an incident would be mortifying. No... it must be an intimate affair, it must be personal and it must, must be romantic.

I have it... I will propose at the theatre! She has an affinity with the arts and to end our evening with a proposal in such an elegant interior would surely please my intended. That’s it! I shall get to planning immediately.