Another Dimension

Chapter 7


AN: This chapter (excluding the AN is 1,086 words. Is that too little? Should I write more? IT WOULD BE NICE TO GET SOME ANSWERS. does anyone read this? :/


Meanwhile, on the other side of the school, Juliet was busy dealing with problems of her own.

"So, what exactly is circuit training?" she had asked the girls as they walked towards the huge gym hall.

"It's intense!" laughed Jasmine.

"It's an entire period of just training your body," said Allis. "We do the upper body, core and trunk, lower body, and the whole body. It's hard, yeah, but check out my abs."

To the boys' delight, Allis unbuttoned her uniform and lifted her tank top to show off her toned stomach.

"Stop flaunting," said Jasmine, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Juliet noticed this, and quickly tried to avert the conversation. "Are we there yet? This school is so big," she said, hoping her plan worked.

"Oh my gosh, right?" smiled Jasmine. "The first day here I got so lost I had to walk around all the rooms looking for my class!"

They had arrived at the hall. Juliet pushed open the heavy blue doors and stepped inside a cavernous gym. There were students doing squats, pull-ups, sit-ups, push-ups, and some were skipping, weight lifting or working on the treadmill.

"We should get started now," said Allis, patting Jasmine and Juliet on the back as she walked forward and grabbed a skipping rope. She stood straight, her elbows close to her sides, and took a deep breath. She began to skip rapidly, her legs a blur.

"Come on," said Jasmine, as she led Juliet to a gymnastic mat. "Why don't you ask the coach to give you a list of activities? He'll help you." Jasmine laid a heavy looking sand bag on her feet and she began to do sit-ups.

"Okay," Juliet nodded, making her way to the burly coach. "Excuse me? Hello, my name is…"

The coach cut her off.

"I don't care what your name is," he barked, turning towards her. "What do you want?"

Juliet stood her ground. "I was wondering whether you could give me a list of all the courses I have to do in this lesson?" she asked politely. Juliet batted her eyelashes, knowing no man could resist.

The coach was temporarily dazed, but then snapped right out of it. "Here," he said gruffly, eyeing her and then scribbling a few courses on the piece of paper that was clipped on his clipboard. He tore it out with a loud krshh and handed it over.

"Thank you ever so much," said Juliet, looking at the paper. First on the list was the treadmill. She walked over to the only empty treadmill, which was next to a heavily sweating boy who looked as if he was about to die.

"Em…" Juliet pondered, staring at the buttons and screen.

"Need some help?"

A young boy stood before her, with shoulder length brown hair and warm brown eyes.

"Yes, I do," sighed Juliet. "I've never seen one of this things before."

The boy laughed.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't laugh at my mishaps and assist me," scolded Juliet. "A proper gentleman does what he can to help the lady."

The boy still smiled, but sobered up. "Alright, my lady. Just step here, spread your legs."

Juliet stood on the sides of the treadmill.

"Now, I'm going to press start, and you're going to just walk on the moving strip," instructed the boy. He leaned over to press the red button, brushing against Juliet as he did so.

The treadmill began to move slowly, and Juliet lowered herself onto it, taking care to walk slowly.

"Good! Now I'm going to speed it up a bit," said the boy. He punched a few buttons, and the treadmill began to move faster.

"Oh…oh it's getting too fast," panicked Juliet.

"No, no don't worry," said the boy.

But the treadmill was going too fast. The more Juliet ran, the faster the machine went.

"Help me!" cried Juliet, just as she tried to stop herself, instead rolling off, tripping, and banging her head on the hard wooden floor.

"Oh gosh, are you okay?" asked the boy nervously.

Juliet shot the boy a death stare. "I'm alright, thank you," she said coldly. She stood up, rubbing her sore head. "I think I've had enough of that."

"What else do you have to do?" asked the boy, hoping he could help.

Juliet took out the sheet. "Next are sit-ups."

"Great," said the boy. "Follow me. Oh, and my name is Amber, Amber Davis."

"Amber?" Juliet let out a small laugh. "How unique! I'm Juliet."

"Cool, like Romeo and Juliet?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"The play…never mind. Lie down, I'll teach you how to do sit-ups."

Juliet lay down and listened carefully at the instructions. He placed the sandbag on her feet and told her to start. Folding her hands behind her head, Juliet forced her upper body up with all her might. Her abdominal area was hurting with the effort, and after four reps, sweat began breaking on her forehead.

"How many do I have to do," she grunted.

"Well, this is your fifth, and you have to do five sets of 20, so…five times twenty, is that a hundred? I think it is. Don't worry, we take breaks in between."

But that last part was lost as Juliet collapsed on the ground.


"So, how was your fist half of the day?" Riley addressed to Ella and Juliet as they all took place to eat their lunch.

"Ugh," Ella groaned. Her body was sore from the Combat course they had, she was out of breath from running to China, and Strength lesson wasn't easy.

"Tell me about it," moaned Juliet, scooping up cream cheese in a lettuce sandwich.

Ella poked the hamburger on her plate. Riley had persuaded her to try some meat, but she wasn't all too happy about it.

"Here," he mumbled, picking up the burger and lifting it to her mouth. "Bite."

Ella smiled and took a wary bite. The meat was tender underneath her human teeth and the juice spilled onto her tongue, succulent and salty.

"Mmm," she licked her lips. "What is it?"

"Beef."

Ella spit out the offending bite. "OH DEAR."

"What's wrong? Are you vegetarian?" asked Christina.

"Yeah," coughed Ella. Why didn't she ask first? That poor, poor cow. She thought back to the cows Applejack kept on her farm. She remembered Daisy, Buttermilk, and Cookies 'n' Cream…what if she ate one of them?

"I'm sorry," said Riley. "Here, have a carrot."