audition for welcome to 2012!
-Name- Julia Hammonds
-Hometown- Forks, WA
-Bio- Julia Hammonds is nothing less than a diving prodigy. At the age of 20, she took first place and won the gold medal in Beijing, shocking millions and breaking the hearts of her competitors. She’s ruthless, venomous, and highly competitive- a lean, mean, diving machine. She’s scary to say the least, and now that she’s back and that much stronger than she was four years ago, she’s definitely a force to be reckoned with. The only bad thing about her reputation is that now, there’s girls who would kill to take her out of competition. Julia had better watch her back.
-Likes- pools, stretching, saunas, salad, movies, new swimsuits, and reading magazines.
-Dislikes- the outdoors, being lazy, bugs, olympic newcomers, and people who steal her limelight.
-Model- Rosie Huntington Whitely
-Taken By- @oh-oracular-spectacular
I stepped up onto the board and looked down. The practice arena was vast and empty, and it was especially humid this high in the air. It smelled like cleaning material, most likely the heavy scrubbing they did on the diving boards before the games.
"Are you ready Jules?" my coach yelled up to me.
I raised both arms with a thumbs up; the signal.
"Commence when you're ready!"
I sighed, and let my arms down. I shook them out, then raised them above my head once again, placing my right flat over my left. I bent over, taking my stance, and took a deep breath. I bounced up and down, gaining momentum, and then... lept.
It was indescribable. The feeling. I couldn't even describe how I knew what to do, even, but I did it. I tightened my muscles, and lifted my legs to my face. I flipped forward, then back, then back to my perpendicular angle with the water. I crashed into the water, the sound of rushing water crashing into my ears. That familiar sound.
I made it up to the surface, hearing my coach prasiing me first.
"Well done, Julia! The best yet!"
"Really?" I asked, gasping for air and swimming to the ladder, "it was okay. Not as good as Beijing."
"It was even greater," he said.
I climbed out of the pool and put my hands on my hips, "Are you an Olympic judge?"
"No, but I am a coach," he said, patting my on the back.
I smirked, jokingly, "hm..."
"Go get in the hot tub and warm your muscles before a second dive," he said.
"A second? But I'm hungry," I whined, thumping across the concrete pool deck.
"You can eat later," he said, "it's only three. Dinner is at five."
I rolled my eyes, "fine," I remarked, "being a Gold Medalist is so hard."
"Oh, what a hard life," he said, throwing a towel at me.
"First world problems, coach..."