The worst Gymnast

Gemma stood at the start of the run-up, ready to run. She pictured a handspring in her mind - Legs together, bum tucked in... up and over the vault. But she didn't run yet. She was waiting for Michael to nod hsi head. Michael was Gemma's gymnastics coach. He kicked a safety mat into place, and stood next to the vault, ready to help Gemma over. Finally, Michael nodded his head. Gemma wiped her hands on her legs, and looked at the vault. Then she ran. She ran fast, pumping her arms. As Gemma