"Hey" I said as I picked up the phone.
"Are you coming to the mall or not?" Emily said, her voice sounding irritated.
Instead of sounding like a friend that would be concerned for me well being, she sounded like someone who was gonna beat me up if I didn't show. Sure I'd known her since 4th grade, but come on? I was sick of course I wasn't going to the mall.
"No, Em I'm not coming" My voice may not have sounded nasally, but I was definitely some kind of sick.
"Oh come on Alyson you have to come. Please?" Emily begged. But I was in bed, my muscles too tired to move. But it's not like I didn't know where that came from. I couldn't tell Em though; Brenin said I couldn't tell anyone.
"I can't Emily, but you have fun doing stuff at the mall…"
"You've been acting so weird lately Alyson, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing. I just don't feel good, bye."
After hitting END on my cell, with out listening to her say bye, I set it down on my bed, trying to sit up. My muscles ached as I tried to move, even the slightest movement made them scream.
"Oh come on…I'm not that fragile am I?" I said as I got up standing on my feet for the first time today.
I looked at the clock, seeing that it said 3: 45, "Great Brenin's not gonna be happy."
Stripping off my Jammies, I slipped on some shorts, and a tank, eventually stepping out of my room, out into the hallway. My feet felt nice as I dragged them through the soft shag carpeting. Making my way into the kitchen, a journey that usually takes twenty seconds; I grabbed a banana and a Capri Sun, shouting to Mom and Dad
"Bye guys! Going to the mall with Em!"
I forced my legs to run as I was already late for my Watcher and that wasn't going to make him happy. I ran my lungs not event tired yet, even though I was up to four miles. As I walked into the abandoned shed, I walked over to Brenin.
"Hey" I said to him. Brenin was the youngest watcher in the council, he had told me. He was probably in his late twenties, but it's not like that made him fun. He still was extremely British and uptight. He wore a navy suit, with cuffs at the ends of the sleeves, and a nice little Bow tie. His thick brown Hair was gelled to the side, and his old-timer watch hung at his side, next to his pocket. His blue eyes shined as he spoke.
"I figured we would start off with some exercises." He told me as I stretched my legs and did some lunges.
After about four hours I left the abandoned warehouse and started to walk home, my coat hung over my shoulder, my head hanging, watching the sidewalk pass under my feet. I got home when the darkness had already taken cover, my eyes were barely open. Even though I was a potential, that didn't mean I was indestructible. My muscles were even sorer than before, so once I got home, I crashed on my bed, not even noticing my phone flashing and vibrating as the name Emily flashed across the screen.