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7. Chapter 5

~~[Chapter 5]
*September 12th, 2013*
The bright morning sun shun brightly through my bedroom window, thank God its Saturday and I don’t have school. Then I remembered Kelsey and I were taking Hailey to my dad’s grave today. My chest tightened remembering the last time I went there. I’ve only been there once; it was when I was seven. It was too hard for me to go back; it’s like revisiting the past. I don’t really want to go back but if it’s going to help Hailey then I’ll do it. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I stripped down and turned the shower on. The warm beads of water cascading my body and relaxing me. All I could think about was Hailey and if this would make things better or worse for her.

 

 

 

 


“You ready?” I turned looking at Hailey as Kelsey put the car in park.
“I Guess.” She whispered to were only I could hear. Slowly we got out the car, stepping on the dead fall leaves.
“Let’s go, its right up here.” Kelsey led us to the cemetery plot were my dad laid peacefully at rest. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my black North Face jacket, feeling uncomfortable at the moment. I looked down at my feet, tears swarmed my eyes. I tried my hardest to avoid looking at his tombstone. Why? what the question I frequently asked myself. Why did this have to happen? Why did I have to beg my dad to take me to the Twin Towers that day? Maybe if I wouldn’t have asked then he would still be alive and not six feet under.

 

 

 

 

 


*September 27th, 2013*
Its time. That was all I thought about as I laid in my hotel bed in San Jose, California. Today was the day of the Olympic Trials, I’ve waited my entire life for this moment and it’s finally here. All my family and friends were here to support me. Now that’s a crowd.
“Ready?” Aly, my best friend asked as she walked out the bathroom.
“Yeah.” I said apprehensively. I was so nervous but I felt like I was ready. I’ve trained fourteen years of my life for this. I took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm my nerves.
“How are you and Roy?” I questioned Aly.
“Well he broke up with me and now just acts as if I don’t exist.” She spoke monotonously. But some hurt still evident in her tone. Roy was Aly’s boyfriend, before she had gone on vacation to California a few weeks prior and cheated on him. Roy is one of my best friends and it really did hurt to see him like that. But with the help of his twin sister, Megan he had gotten through the rough time. Aly had gotten the impression that they would just talk it out and everything would be okay again but that obviously didn’t go as planned. But I wouldn’t blame Roy. He has every right to feel the way he feels.
“He won’t even look at me.” She peered down at her feet. But the really messed up part about it all is that Aly cheated on Roy out of spite. They had gotten into a dispute on the phone about god knows what, so she got upset and cheated to intentionally hurt him.
“I don’t know what to tell you, he’s hurt and it’s going to be a while before he talks or even trusts you again.” “If he even trust you again.” I mumbled incoherently.
There was a light knock on the door and I went to answer it. My mother and younger sister Hailey stood on the other side, smiles plastered on their faces even though they tried their best to hide their anxieties.
“Are you ready? We need to leave now so you can get there on time.” My mom warned as she checked the time on her iPhone.
“Yeah, let’s go.” I grabbed my gym bag off the floor tossing it over my shoulder. When we got into the car with everyone else, I settled in the open space next to Justin, putting in my ear buds to listen to music. I laid my head on his shoulder mentally praying that this would all go well and my dreams would finally come true.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


We arrived at the HP Pavilion Arena for the first day of trials. There are two days of Olympic trials, two short days to contend against fourteen other gymnasts for the same dream and goal to make the U.S Women’s Gymnastics Olympic Team.
After I went through check in, I turned to my family and friends as they gave me their best wishes and ‘Good lucks’. When everyone left to take their seats waiting for the trials to begin, my mother and I stood face to face.
“Your dad would be so proud of you Jess. Just know that he watching over you.”
I smiled at her verses.
 She reached into her purse pulling out an object very conversant to me, my dad’s rosary. I was shocked that she even had it. I could’ve sworn that he was buried with it but I guess not.
The rosary my mother held in her hands was very important to my dad, I never knew why. It just was he never took it off.
My mom placed it in my hands. “Mom-” She stopped me midsentence.
“No, I want you to have it. He would’ve wanted you to have it.” She forced a smile; tears forming in the pit of her eyes.
“Thank you.” I hugged her comfortingly.
“You’re going to do great, you can do this.”
“Thanks. I’m doing this for dad today.” I dedicated all my performances to him but this one was something more special and personal. He had always talked about how I would be good enough to be going to the Olympics someday. I just wish he was here today to see how far I’ve come. I just want to make him proud.
“Good luck, I love you.”
“Love you too mom” I hugged her one last time and I went and met up with my coach.
“You Ready?” He draped his arm around my shoulder.
“More ready than I’ll ever be.”
I looked around the full arena taken away in the moment in complete awe.
“Alright, so you’re starting off on beam first. Make sure you get everything just about perfect. You can do this Jess.”
I walked up to the platform the beam was mounted on. The green flag went up indicating that I could start. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath. I wanted this more than anything. This is what I worked my whole life for. My adrenaline kicked in and I realized that it was now or never. Its go time.

 

 

 

 

 


I’ve never been so proud of myself. I performed the best I ever have and not only that but I earned the highest scores  so far but I’m in second place for vault next to Mckayla Maroney, the world champion in vault. I was only a tenth of a point behind her in that event but hopefully tomorrow I can do everything I can to get my score higher than hers.

 

 

 

My family and friends came out embracing me in a huge group hug. I smiled as I heard their innumerable lines of “You did amazing.” All I could say was that I was defiantly feeling the love right now.
 My mom wiped her tear stained cheeks. “That was amazing Jessica. I know you’re going to make that Olympic team tomorrow.” She independently hugged me.
“I love you mom.”
“I love you too.”
Even though this may sound quite anomalous, I felt my father’s presence today while competing. Call me crazy but I really did. I know he was there. I think I did the best I could today and I could ask for anything more.
Justin hugged and kissed me. “That was great baby, your defiantly making that Olympic team.” He smiled widely.
 Justin had one of the most contagious smiles ever; every time he smiled I could help but to do so to.

 

 

[September 28th, 2013] {Day 2 of Olympic Trials}
I had just arrived at the arena for day two of trials. We were going to start competing in about five minutes; I was just finishing up wrapping my ankle. After yesterday’s competition my couch told me that I’d be a shoe-in for the team considering how well I did yesterday. I reached in my gym bag pulling out my dad’s rosary that my mom presented me with I held it in my hands as I said a quick prayer.
‘Okay Jess it’s time to start. You can do this.” My coach encouraged patting my back. My first event today was floor. I had got through that routine extremely well. The crowd’s loud roars got louder as I got ready to do my last pass which was a, Round-off back handspring into a double-pike combination. I exhaled deeply as landed that perfectly.
Everyone in the arena erupted into ear-splitting screams showing their excited. I smiled feeling rewarded.
My score came up on the jumbo screen.
Jessica Velastro: 15.800
My eyes grew wide in shock at what was before my eyes. I got the highest score today yet again. I hugged my coach happiness overtaking the both of us.

 

 

 


I was at my last even today, Vault. If I continue to get a good score like I did yesterday then I’m most likely going to the Olympics.
 The judge gave me the cue to go; I stepped onto the vault runway. Sucking in a breath, I began running.
When I landed I knew something went wrong as I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. I limped off the mat only to fall down to the ground. The crowd let out simultaneous gasps. I saw my family and friends stand to their feet, the faces contorted in fear.
“What Happened?” My coach helped me up.
“My ankle is defiantly sprained.” This couldn’t be happening at a worse time.
Béla, my coach. Sighed knowing what this meant. “You have to scratch; you can’t compete on a bad ankle.”
“No, I can do it. It’s the last pass and the last event.” I tried to persuade him the best I could.
“Jessica, you have a sprained ankle.” He looked at me incredulously.
“Exactly, it’s sprained not broken. So technically I can still compete on it.” I’m not about to let a sprained ankle stop me.
“Are you sure you can do this?”
“Yeah, I can do it. Let’s go.” He re-wrapped my ankle and I got back to the end of the vault runway.
I was scared as hell right now; I was taking a huge risk. If I mess this up. It could ruin my chances of making the team.
I started running, the pain was excruciating but I wanted this more than anything so I could suffer through the pain for this. And to my surprise I landed my 2½ twisting Yurchenko perfectly. Everyone in the crowd jumped to their feet with roars of exhilaration.
I limped back over to my coach where he hugged me tightly. I could tell he was proud. We waited anxiously for my vault score, the final score that was the make-it-or-break-it factor in my dream.
Jessica Velastro: 15.800
My mouth hung agape because that was the highest vault score given today. Béla hugged me again, spinning me around. Proud of my accomplishment.

 


The thirteen other gymnasts and I waited in the waiting room. The room was dead silent; you could hear a pin drop. We were all very nervous. We had to wait an agonizing long period of time as the judges calculated our scores and debated on who most likely to win a gold medal for our country this summer after what felt like years of waiting the time finally came.
“The five gymnasts that are set to compete in the London Olympic Games this summer are.” The announcer opened the envelope pulling out a slip of paper that held five of us girl’s future. Soon enough he read off the names one by one. “Gabrielle Douglas, Aly Raismen, Jordyn Wieber, Mckayla Maroney and Jessica Velastro.” We walked out the double doors being handed a bouquet of flowers.
By now all of us were crying, overwhelmed with happiness. I looked up into the crowd spotting my family and friends instantly; they were all crying and hugging each other.
Confetti came down from the ceiling. I had no words to explain how remarkable this moment was. I had never been so happy in my life. I inwardly thanked God. I can’t believe I just made the Olympic team. I really made it. I’m really about to live my biggest dream.

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~~*CHARACTER TWITTER ACCOUNTS*
[Justin] @ItsJB94
[Jessica] @JessicaVelastro
[Kelsey] @KelseyVelastro
[Aly] @AlyLevi
[Carly] @ItsCarlyMathews
[Megan] @ItsmeganTanner
[Roy] @ItsRoyTanner
[Chaz] @ItsChazSomersx
[Ryan] @ItsRyanButlerx
 [Zac] @ItsZacWilliams
[Venessa] @ItsVenessaAvery
[Hailey] @HaileyVelastro
[Rose] @ItsRoseKato

 

 

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