Martina shuffled into the gym, trying her best not to drop everything that was stacked in her arms.
The 19-year-old was trying to bring all of her gymastics things into the gym. Not an easy task when 'all' of her gymnastics things included a CD book filled with CDs, a bag filled with changes of clothing and numourus props to warm up with, two warm up mat, the list goes on.
'I'm going to drop these things.. just know it' Martina tried to see over top of the things she was carrying, but dispite her best efforts, she failed to see of the huge tower of things.
Today she had chosen to wear a white skirt with light purple flowers and embelishments all over it. Her upper body donned was a light soft purple tank top that matched her skirt. On her feet were a pair of white high heels. The heels on these perticular shoes were about 5 inches high, and not easy to walk in. "I so chose the wrong day for these shoes.... Martina muttered under her breath. As she reached the middle of the gym floor, Martina tried to slowly lower the tower of gymnastics equipment to the floor. Just as she was starting to, Martina lost her grip, and CDs, ribbons and mats went flying everywhere.
Sighing, Martina bent down and started to collect all of her scattered things.

It wasn't really that she didn't have anything to do. She had plenty to do, actually. Schoolwork, essays, etc. The fact was, she just didn't want to do them. Why bother spending all her time with boring schoolwork when she still had acres of this new place to explore, eh? Why not? Well, I just told you why not, okay?

She had been offered a tour when she first signed up, but she refused quickly; Alizabeth would much rather find things out on her own, including where she wasn't ever supposed to be during certain times of the day. The football field during practice time, for an example.

She'd gotten thrown off that court--not literally, mind you--the coach feeling her presence was distracting, especially when she skipped up to the starting quarterback to ask him, politely, 'whatcha' doooin'?' Yeah, not the best idea on her part. But did she take it literally? Never.. NEVAHH! o.O sorry >.<

Instead, she simply went off to find a new place to explore, the gym the first place in her mind. Which would explain why she was strolling through the hallway just behind Martina. She heard a crash as she neared the gym doors, pursing her lips and following the sound. Crashes were sometimes fun, so long as no one got hurt, that is.

And that's when she noticed the ribbon. Oh, the ribbon of holy ribbon d00m. Yes. That ribbon. The shiny one. She liked shiny things. The girl giggled and picked up the prop, waving it around as she looked around the gym to find Martina dutifully picking up her things. At which sight, Alizabeth hastily rushed over at top speed, falling to her knees and skidding to a halt right before the older girl.

"Ello!" she smiled happily, holding the ribbon out to her. It was hers, wasn't it? "Whatcha' doooin'?" she asked, tilting her head to the side curiously. Ah, what a sight. She was such a little kid at heart, you know? Light cut-off jean shorts and layered white and light blue tanks graced her petite form, a blue, white spotted headband making it's mark in holding the longer parts of her hair from her eyes. Her bangs still fell wherever they wanted too, though.

A huge sigh came from Martina as she scrambled for her things. 'I couldn't have just made two trips, could I?' Yelling at her self in her head, Martina started examining the back a CD, praying it wasn't too scratched. Yelling at yourself in your mind may seem like an odd thing to do, but seriously, who hasn't on some occasion?
Not realizing that anyone entered the gym, Martina stayed on her hands and knees, trying to get everything back into an orderly pile. As she put the last of the CDs back into their case, she heard a 'Ello!' followed quickly by a 'whatcha' doooooin?'
Before looking up Martina started to giggle to herself at the almost child-ish speach. Now some would argue that giggleing was also a childish action. Well, perhaps it was.

Drawing herself upwards Martina replyed, still laughing "I was trying to get set up for gymnastics. Until I dropped, well, everything." Spying the shiny ribbon of d00m (that is what Katie called it, didn't she?) that Alizabeth was holding out, Martina took it with a greatful smile. "Thanks, I would have hated to lose this ribbon. It's one of my favorite ones."

"It's pretty!" Alizabeth smiled, happy that she could've returned such a precious object to the girl. Well, precious in Ali's mind, at least. She pursed her lips slightly, looking around at the large mess around them.

At first she was attempting to figure out how Martina could have been able to carry all of that by herself. Then she was wondering how it'd all gotten to the floor. Hm.. the second train of thought is a little off, eh? Eh. "Why didn't you get help?" she inquired, gathering a few cd's from their spewed-issness.

"There's a ton of guys just outside in the football field," she informed, looking up at the girl with good intention. "You could have asked one of them! But, then again, that one guy with the whistle yelled at me when I tried to talk to them. Are they in detention? Why would they have to wear helmets?"

The pace of her words grew as she continued to talk, her voice getting more and more excited. Yah, that's what happens when she doesn't get an answer to something.

Martina blinked at Alizabeth. She certinally was an.... interesting girl. Martina started to laugh. Not laughing at Alizabeth, exctly. Just laughing at the whole predicament (ooh yeah, Eilee used a big word!)

Martina held up her hands to stop Alizabeth from hurting herself. "Give me a second to respond!" Martina exclaimed. Not in a mean way, there was a hint of laughter in her voice.
"I didn't get help setting up maily because I dont know anyone, really.. I mean, I know a few people, but I don't have any real friends here. They are all back in Texas, where I moved from." Martina shrugged before adding "I guess I didnt feel like calling up someone I barly knew to help me set up. I mean, i'm the one who wants to do my gymnastics anyways."
Martina sighed, momentarily forgetting about Alizabeths' questions about the football players. She bent over and starte dto set up the mats, longways, perfect for backbends, cartwheel, etc. Suddenly she remembered Alizabeths questions. Standing up again, she proclaimed "Oh! And those guys outside were having a football practise, I think. They've got a big game coming up." Dont even ask me how Martina knew this, she just did.

"Oh, okay!" Alizabeth smiled happily, glad she finally understood something. Maybe. But.. anyways.. She believed Martina about the football practice. She was a very trusting person, like that... obviously.

"Oh!" she gasped having realized that Martina was new around here as well. "I just moved too!" she giggled happily at the (-katie steals eil's big word-) predicament. "I'm Alizabeth! Where are you from in Texas? Was it hot there? Did you see any lizards? Did you have a pet cactus? I had a pet caterpillar once, its name was Fluffy the Attack Caterpillar. But something ate it, I don't know how it got into the cage thing, but it was green and hard and it didn't move. AND THEN!" She gasped this last part at realization type stuff that was oh so common in her stories. "This big thing with wings ate the other thing and it was all... SCARY! But my dad let it go outside before I could smash it..." she sighed the last statement, her eyes wandering down ward sadly.

Once again, Martina blinked, not knowing really how to respond to Alizabeths' long statments and stories. It wasn't really a bad thing. Being friends with unpredictable people was always fun! It was just something new to Martina.

After taking a moment to collect her thoughts, Martina started replying to everything Alizabeth had said. She still wasn't sure if Alizabeth wanted answers to all of her questions. To be blundt, Martina wasn't sure if Alizabeth could even remember everything she had asked. None the less, Martina decided she had better answer everything.

"Well, to start with, Im from Westlake. I'd be shocked if you knew where that was." Martina laughed, thinking back to her small town of 207 people. Well, 206 now that she had left. Coninuting on, Martina started again "I never had a pet cactus... but I did have a pet lizard for a while! My friends and I found him, and kept him for a week. But then my mom made me set him free again. Mostly because we didn't know what to feed him... and we were afraid he was going to starve." Martina giggled to herself a little bit. Martina loved re-living some of the rediculous things she and her friends had done.

((Im sorry if there are some spelling/tense problems.. its midnight and im so tired. you get the idiea ^^))

It wasn't that she was crazy. No, never crazy. She just had a wierd way of looking at things. Or so says Katie. But anyway, she listened intently to Martina; wide-eyed and wondering as she listened to the stories//statements. Normally, you'd think a quick thinker and equally fast-talker like Ali would get bored quickly with the normal speed of another's statements.

Not Alizabeth.

She never really seemed to noticed how fast she responded and related things, and commonly spoke just what was on her mind. She listened rather patiently for an impatient person, considering she wasn't having to wait ten minutes to learn the things that she'd forget in a week's time, as was the deal with the football practice just a few moments ago. "Was Westlake west of a lake?" she asked after the new friend was finished; surprisingly, the question actually made sense... if you squinted your eyes and tilted your head this way a bit, at least. "I want a lizard, but my dad says no," she sighed disappointedly, though that even faded from her face in a matter of seconds.

Martina smiled, slightly embaressed about the un-originality of her towns' name. Yes, WestLake was indeed just west of a lake. Some of the houses in WestLake were actually right on the lake. "Yes, WestLake is less than a mile west of a pretty big lake."

Sighing and looking around at the diffrent gymnastics' things scattered on the floor. 'I better get into my practise before the days over....' Martina thought to herself. However, she wasn't really sure how to approach the topic. She figured it would be rather rude to tell Alizabeth that she needed to leave. 'Unless....' A thought dawned on Martina. She was shocked that she hadn't thought of it sooner.

Picking up her CD player, that was amazingly still in one peice, and the CD case, Martina made her way over to the far corner of the bleachers. Placing the CD player on the bleachers, Martina looked around for an outlet. Finding one, she plugged the CD player in. Since she had already put her scattered CDs back into her CD case, Martina knew which one to put on. Placing it into the CD player, she closed the top and pressed play. Turning up the volume, Martina made her way back to Alizabeth.

"I'm going to get changed into my gymnastics' clothes... but would you like to join me?" a mischivious grin placed itself on Martinas' lips "I could.... show you a few things?"

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