So, I decided to write a new fic. This whole prologue is just pretty much how her career ended, how successful it was, and how she ended up moving to LaPush. But don't worry, the whole story won't really be that gymnastics related. So please check it out :)

PS – I know I'm not updating my Complicated Again fic, but I just don't know how to go about it and have lost most interest in it. I don't want to update a crappy chapter so I'm just going to wait and see if I can get some motivation.

Gymnastics was my life. It was all I ever knew. Since I was 8 years old I had spent at least seven, usually eight, hours a day, six days a week, in the gym conditioning and training. When I wasn't in the gym, I was running or focusing on gymnastics. I got to the point where whenever I wasn't training, I was incorporating gymnastics routines, stretches or exercises into everyday tasks. I stretched while I watched television; I managed to add in strength building exercises while I was cooking.

I had to drop out of school at twelve and be home-schooled because my junior career required too much traveling and time for me to attend school. My only friends were the other girls at my gym, and they were also my competitors. I missed out on regular childhood activities. I didn't play any other sports. I rarely went to see a movie or hung out with friends. As you can probably tell, my training didn't leave much time left over for fun. Gymnastics ruled my life.

And I loved it.

And it was all worth it. Every hour in the gym, every normal childhood activity I gave up, every twist and sprain, every failed routine, were worth it. Because last year, at sixteen, I made the USA Olympic team. And I didn't just make the Olympics, I dominated the Olympics. I won gold in the All Around thanks to receiving gold in the Uneven Bars and Vault, silver on the Beam, and Bronze on my Floor Exercise. We also won the Team competition. Not only making my childhood dream come true, but exceeding it.

Everything was amazing. After the Olympics, I was invited on the tour of the best gymnastics. I got the opportunity to meet my role models, as well as my fans. It's safe to say 2008 was the best year of my life.

But then, 2009 came...

At first everything was going amazingly. I swept the American Cup – which was the first time I ever received a gold for my Floor Exercise – but then, the Pacific Rim Championships came. I was in the All Around competition. The schedule for the meet ended with Floor. I was pretty excited. My first three events went by quickly and well. I placed first in bars and second on Vault and Beam. I needed to place fourth or above in order to get the All Around gold.

It didn't happen. In the latter seconds of my routine, with just two more moves to do, to be exact, I did my Double Back with Triple Twist. Let's just say, the move that I had enjoyed most and been the best at, partially ended my gymnastics career. Because of not using enough power in my take off, I crashed to the ground. Eating mat hard.

My left leg and my right wrist snapped, while my right ankle was sprained. Despite the excruciating pain, I tried to stay positive. There was still another three years until the next Olympics, and I'd be back training again in three months top.

So I thought.

There was only a week left until I would have been able to go back to training, and I was at my doctor's for a physical. He informed me that I had several bulging disks in my lower back. For a normal person, that wouldn't have been a huge problem. They might have had some discomfort later on in life but nothing major. However for an elite gymnast, it meant that you'd be lucky to ever walk again if you continued doing gymnastics.

He didn't have to go into details... Carly Patterson, a fellow gymnast at WOGA had had the same diagnosis. I knew what I would have to do. And that sadly meant that everything I'd worked for since I was eight, was over. At seventeen, my life's work was done.

I had one and a half years worth of senior elite gymnastics before it was over. My parents tried to make my accident a positive thing. Saying that if I hadn't, my back issues could've gone undiscovered and I could have become paralyzed. Although I'll never tell them out loud, I would have been okay with that if it meant that I could do gymnastics for another few years.

Since I know, though, I can't do gymnastics. Not elite, not collegiate, not even recreational. At first it was hard, it was unbearable. I didn't know what to do with myself. My whole life had been at the gym and when I couldn't be there, I didn't know what to do. For the first time in my life, I had all the time in the world and no idea how to use it.

At first, we stayed in Texas where I had been training. Eventually, it just became too much. Everyone knew who I was. Everyone wanted to know the 'real' reason behind my retirement. And all the friends that had always been there for me, were just too busy with their training to comfort me much.

That's when my parents decided to move back to our hometown, the La Push Reservation in Washington. The last time I'd been there, I was seven. It was just before a WOGA scouts convinced my parents of my talents and how they wanted me to train there. I wasn't too thrilled with their decision. Especially when they told me I should go back to public school for my twelfth and final year of high school.

Then again, from what I remembered about La Push, no one was interested in gymnastics. And considering by the time I was famous for the sport, they would have all forgotten me, I was sure no one would realize or care. Yes, I liked being recognized for my hard work. But I can't exactly move on when I'm reminded daily. Like I was in Texas. Every. Single. Day.

I knew I had to move onto the next chapter of my life. But moving on from gymnastics for me wasn't like a new chapter, it was a whole new novel. It was the scariest thing in the world. But it was what was best for me.

Please tell me what you think :) Even though the story hasn't started yet lol