Peter, Jack, Noah, and Barrett stood at the edge of the gym, their eyes furtively scanning the room. "I can't believe we're doing this again," Peter whispered. Jack nudged him, pointing towards a group of girls gracefully executing a series of flips. "It's not like we're hurting anyone," Noah added, trying to justify their presence.
Coach Simmons eyed the boys with a mixture of irritation and determination. "Alright, gentlemen," she began, "since you seem so fascinated by gymnastics, let's see how well you can handle it yourselves." Barrett shifted uncomfortably, "Wait, you mean us?" he asked incredulously. "Yes, you. Suit up and join the practice," Coach Simmons instructed, gesturing towards a pile of leotards.
"This is ridiculous," Peter muttered, adjusting the unfamiliar material. The girls paused their routines to watch, some giggling at the sight. "Just try not to fall flat on your face," Jack joked, attempting to lighten the mood. But the laughter from around the gym only heightened their embarrassment.
Noah tried a simple cartwheel, landing awkwardly. "This is harder than it looks," he said, breathing heavily. Barrett attempted a handstand, toppling over almost immediately. "I can't believe we have to do this all week," he groaned.
Coach Simmons observed them from afar, noticing the gradual improvement in their form and attitude. "I guess it's not as easy as we thought," Peter admitted during a break. Jack nodded, "Yeah, and maybe we should show a bit more respect to the girls for their skills."
Peter, Jack, Noah, and Barrett gathered together, watching the girls practice with admiration rather than judgment. Coach Simmons approached them, a hint of a smile on her face. "You've come a long way," she acknowledged. "Thanks, Coach," Peter replied, "We learned a lot more than just gymnastics this week."
