I began walking to the blue, 40ft by 40ft floor, after the previous girl had finished her routine.  People were still cheering for her, clapping for her stunning performance.  I tried not to think about the two judges in black and white suits.  Glancing down, I noticed that the tape, defining the boundries, that was placed on the blue carpet today.  Today, is states.  It’s when all of the qualifying level 7s of Connecticut compete against girls of the same age.  12, my age group, is tough, but I know that if I have great posture and presentation that I may be eligible to place in the all-around.  Staring up, I couldn’t help but notice the scores for the four apparatus.  This was our first event for this meet, so our scores should either start high, or low, depending on what judges I will have.  High scores flashed up of 9.65 and 9.3s for vault.  In the gym, multiple colors highlighted the place, like flowers in a meadow.  Various shades of blues, and purples were blurs as girls flipped through the air.  My gym, had leotards of black, and purple.  The shiny, material was scratchy, but looked presentable.  Looking back at the judges, it seemed like they were almost finished calculating the score of the girl before me.  Finally, one of the judges raised her arm, to salute to me to start.
I saluted back, and stepped onto the new, springy, blue floor.  I stood in the corner where I started.  My music played, and I began my routine.  After some dance, I prepared for my first tumbling pass, a full.  I took a step and hurdled in the air, placing my hands down, and popping off.  When I was high, and in a straight decision, I twisted right, 360 degrees in the air.  Floor vibrating, I stuck my landing.  Luckily, I had some dance, so I could catch my breath for the second pass.  My second pass, a front handspring front pike, is one of my easier passes.    I pressed my knees together, hoping that no execution will be taken off on this skill.  Next, is my leap pass.  This is one of my favorite parts of my routine.  I feel so powerful, like a bull dozer, but yet graceful, like a ballerina.  Concluding my routine, I ended in a layout.  It’s an easy skill, but difficult to perfect.  Finishing my routine, I saluted at the judges, and walked back to my teammates.  
My coaches told me good job, along with Ally, and Carrie, my teammates in my age group.  I sat down to catch my breath, and waited patiently for my score to appear on the screen.  I got a 9.0, one of my higher scores in level 7.  ”Congratulations Klara!” my friends said as they saw my score.  I knew that I had completed 1 out of 4 steps to succeeding placing high.