Dialogue story

                                                

                                                                      

           I was twelve years old and at jumprope practice. I was inside the gym at Keet and it smelled like glue and tennis shoes. I was getting tired and my feet were starting to hurt. I went over to a glass door and looked out at the hallway, it was covered with art projects, poems, pictures, and ribbons. I kind of missed being at Keet. I turned back around to look at the gym. The gym's floor was made rubber cement and smelled bad. I glanced over at my coach.
          "Sophie, show me what you've practiced so far" said coach Kev
          "Ok" I answered meekly.
I started doing the tricks I practiced. I kept messing up on one trick because my feet hurt. Miss Kev looked at me and said,
           "Sophie, what's going on?, lets go in the hallway"
I felt frustrated.
Once we were out in the hallway we just stood there in silence until Kev spoke up.
            "So whats up?, whats wrong?"
            "My feet really hurt" I replied
            "Oh, did you tell anyone they were hurting?" Kev asked.
            "No" I admitted
            "Sophie you need to tell me when your feet hurt" Kev said.
            "I know, I know, I'm just afraid I might dissapoint people with my "excuses" I said with a annoyed tone.
            "Sophie, your not going to dissapoint people because your in pain, you shouldn't be afraid to tell people things, ok?" Kev said putting a hand on my shoulder.
             "Ok" I replied.
I went back into the gym and just sat on the bleachers. I had a feeling I wouldn't be jumping for the day.
My other coach said I should just watch for the day, and I did. That day I learned  that I shouldn't be afraid to tell anybody anything.