My new gymnastics

The big slate grey building rose up in front of me. My hair was pulled into a tight pony-tail wrenching at my scalp as if it was trying to break free of my hair band, which was stretching dangerously like it was going to snap any moment. I gazed up at the gigantic sign. It read ‘Omni gym’ in red and blue lettering with a picture of a stick person, but fatter, doing the splits. I will never be able to do that I said awe struck. I was really nervous. I had wanted to make a good impression so I had been rushing around earlier trying to be ready on time, perfect hair perfect outfit, it had just right but mum just told me “slow down! It will be fine” but it didn't feel like that to me. I slowly trudged up the bumpy path, across saturated grass and up to the big glass door. Inside I could see people running about and jumping around on trampolines. I took a deep breath, creaked open the door and wandered in. bursts of noise greeted me uproariously. “5:30 class!” called an instructor. It was my group. I looked at mum and whispered “wish me luck…” and ran to meet my new gymnastics group.