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Here is chapter 3!
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I couldn't do this.
I was in my room, all my furniture moved against the walls. I had laid down a mat in the center and was lying on it.
I looked at the workout plan for the first day. It showed a teenager, smiling and sitting in push-up position, one arm off the floor.
"Why are you smiling?" I asked at the picture.
"Never mind. Talking to pictures. Never a good sign." I sighed and tried to do a push up.
My knees buckled under me automatically, and my arms were as weak as spaghetti.
I gasped, and fell on my face.
"Maybe I should start on the treadmill…"
I looked up at the dinosaur, in the corner of my room, next to the window. Charlie had brought it up after he bought it in a yard sale.
I walked to it, and got on the platform.
Huh. What do I do now? I looked around for some sort of sign.
There was a slot on the raised platform that said 'Insert Key'. I laughed. How silly of me to have missed that. I glanced around for the key. I laughed again when I saw it hanging on the handle.
They had two sides. One was a clip that I assumed you attached to your shirt. The other side was a red key. I smiled, clipped the clip, and put the key in the slot.
I slid the control to 'Warm Up'. The treadmill roared to life, sounding much like my truck. I started walking, proud of myself.
About ten minutes later, my calves were burning and I was sweating through my shirt. I slid the control to off. I turned it off, not being able to take much more.
It took a few minutes to catch my breath. I groaned as I dragged my feet of the treadmill and walked to the bathroom. I needed a shower.
I got there I looked at the scale sitting ominously on the floor.
I have to admit. I was curious about my weight. I hadn't weighed myself in over a year.
I took a deep breath and stepped on it.
Before a number showed up, an awful image broke through my head of the scale breaking because of too much weight.
A tear rolled out my right eye. I quickly wiped it away.
"Stop crying Bella!" I told myself. I looked down. I gasped.
It wasn't as bad as I had expected, but still bad.
I stepped off, undressed and got in the shower.
The warm water soothed me, and the pitter patter of the water on the tile was like a lullaby.
When I got out, I brushed my teeth and walked back into my room, wrapped in a towel.
"Night Dad!" I called out.
"Night Bells!" he called back.
I smiled. I walked swiftly into my room and changed into my comfy baggy t-shirt and sweats. I turned on my lamp and turned off my light.
I put in a CD of classical music in my player. The first notes rang out loud and clear.
I grinned. I needed some soothing tunes.
I laid down, my legs and arms sore from today's workout. I covered myself with the familiar blankets, laid my head on my pillow, and turned off the light.
I let the world of unconsciousness pull me under, and soon I was asleep.
Man, I need to stop going to bed so late. I am going to have a hard time getting ready for school...
Anywho, enough about my problems...
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