Frankie shrieked when I’d told them all my news. “I don’t think so, Kenny. I mean, look at me. I don’t exactly look like a gymnast, do I? Gymnasts are small. I’d be laughed out of the place for looking like a freak.” “But that’s exactly the point of the competition,” I assured her. “Gymnastics isn’t just for delicate little people…” “Like me!” piped up Fliss. “Yep, like you Fliss. It’s for everyone. They’re trying to get more people to join in and benefit from it. Oh come on, it’ll be fun. What do you think, Lyndz?” Lyndz was looking pretty sick actually. “I agree with Frankie,” she said. “You know that I’m hopeless at gym, Kenny. I even get stuck on forward rolls sometimes. And do you remember that time Mrs Weaver asked us to try a handstand and I lost my balance and crashed down on top of Alana Banana? She was so dazed everyone thought she had concussion. She was off school for ages.” “But the presenter said each person only has to do a short solo performance, Lyndz,”
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