Only Mikasa was there by choice, Annie in a corner refilling basketballs with air until they bounced high-a special detention granted by their gym teacher after he’d heard Annie grumbling something profane. Now they were alone together, late after school. Not used to disdain from other girls, Annie thought. There’d even been laughter as she woozily lifted herself up. As if, Annie thought, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t dominated something on her first try. She laid there stunned, as if unsure how she’d gotten there. But the uneven bars…they had thrown her down with a thud. Mikasa had mastered everything in their gymnastics course. Of course, Annie had seen what had occurred in their freshman gym class that same day. But it was all the same in the end, and Annie couldn’t decipher what drove the girl to fall and curse and get back up again and again. Sometimes she’d land on her belly, sometimes her back. But when she let go, hands open to grab the highest, they caught nothing, gripping around a terror of empty air. Her lithe body gained momentum, swinging straight in its path around the lower bar. It was the letting go that was the problem.
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