I'm Not Ready to Say Goodbye

It all started about 4 months ago: gymnastics as usual, but when we got there, something had changed. Coach Jason had shaved his head. We laughed along with him, but we were uneasy. Something was definately up. He told us that it was easier this way, with shorter hair. But we just didn't believe him.

And then we were told: He was joining the army. He was leaving. He wasn't going to be our coach anymore. We thought we had untill March at least, and he was sticking around for a little bit after that. We had time.

But we didn't. He's not our coach anymore. After two years of thursdays, he's gone.

flashback

It was the first day me and Lauren had decided to pick up a second class. I was uneasy. I mean, a guy coach? But he was funny. I fit in instantly. Later that year, I decided to join Advanced Academy, with him as my coach of course. I quit a couple weeks later, but re-joined his Thursday class anyway [even though I was too high a level for the class]. He bothered me about leaving Advanced Academy, but I didn't care, for I was still in his class. I was, up untill today.

The knews pulled the rug out from under my feet. I didn't believe it, wouldn't believe it. But as the class wore on, it started to dawn on me. I had been preparing to say goodbye, for of course the day would come. I just didn't expect it to come so soon. He was one of my best friends. He gave me a stupid nickname. When he bothered me, I would bother him right back. We had inside jokes - about meatloaf >_<. I wasn't afraid to tell him things that would seem rude when directed at a coach. But he wasn't my coach anymore. He was special.

And now I type this, almost recovered from my state of shock, and more depressed every passing minute. I hope that maybe everything will be fine; that I don't quit the class not that there's a new coach, that I don't stop functioning for a little while. But this goes beyond words, and I just hope maybe that I'll see him and be able to say goodbye.

5H03
- Mirikitani

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