Last night I've been working on the reverse side kick followed by the reverse spin kick with the dummies at the dojo. I stayed so late that Rudy had to ask me to lock up. Sure, Jack has stayed late enough to have to lock up. Enough for it to happen every few days. For me it was maybe the third or fourth time since I've joined the dojo. I've only stayed so late for when I've been trying to perfect some kind of kick or block, or series of them. Once I helped Jack with his kick. (I know, strange right?) Having to lock up, wasn't too normal for me.
Of course I didn't mind doing it. It's perfectly find by me. My point is, that I stayed so late, and I still wasn't able to perfect the move. My reverse side kick is perfect. Same with the spin kick. But when I put them together, I can either do it quickly and sloppy, or slowly and accurate. Eventually, I gave up and went home to get some sleep. So much the exercise tires a girl. Today, I had my mind set on working on those two kicks to be able to have a rematch. Yes, another. That a problem?
I made it to the dojo and guess what I found, a message on the window! Shocking right?
-Kim
I have no idea on how I could find
twelve drummers drumming
and then give them to you.
So I got a bag with ten cookies
-Your Secret Admirer
Surely enough on the other side of the window was a paper bag. I walked through the doors of the dojo, causing the bells to ring, and went over to the ledge. I picked up the bag and opened it. Inside were oatmeal cookies, no raisins.
I smiled. Somehow this person knows how my favorite cookies are oatmeal (with absolutely no raisins). It's amazing how this person keeps finding things I love. It's amazing how he knows what I love. I guess that's why I love him. It's like he knows exactly what can make my day. Of course, that fact that he takes the chance of just making my day.
Here's what bothers me, how does he know what I like so much? How does he know exactly what to get? I don't think I ever tell anyone besides my grandparents so much. I didn't think that someone would know so much about me.
Of course, that leaves three options. He's either stalking me, actually does know me that well, or is secretly contacting my grandparents to get so much.
Okay, maybe that last one is a bit much. But that still leaves two options. The stalking is kinda creepy, but him knowing me that well, is pretty sweet. You'd have to be pretty damn observant to know that much about me without me telling you all of this.
"Hey, what smells so good?" Jerry asked, walking through the doors to the dojo along with Milton.
"Oatmeal." Milton said, making a face, showing obvious disgust.
"What about oatmeal?" Jack asked, coming out of the guys' locker room.
"It smells like oatmeal." Jerry told him.
"Yeah, guess what I found on the ledge?" I asked.
"He brought you oatmeal?" Jack asked. I rolled my eyes.
"No, oatmeal cookies." I said. Jerry gasped.
"Kim... you're not going to eat those cookies alone... are you?" He asked. He would. It's expected.
"Just because I know I don't have another choice, no." I said, holding out the bag for him to take some. His eyes lit up and he ran over to take some.
"Hey! Leave me some!" Jack yelled when Jerry took the bag from me. I swear, giving these guys food is like feeding goats at the petting zoo-it's impossible.
I noticed that there was one of the goats-err, guys-missing. I started looking around and found Milton by his locker.
"Hey Milton, don't you want some?" I asked him.
"Can't. I'm allergic." He told me before walking over to the guys' locker room. I couldn't help but feel bad. But hey, it's not my fault my favorite cookies are oatmeal. Is it?
I walked back to where Jack and Jerry were to see them with a bunch of cookies in their hands and both of their mouths full. Jack swallows before holding his hand out.
"Want some?"
Short, I know, I'm working on the last chapter. I want to get it done. So... what'd you think? It was a little different. I don't know. Despite how short it was, I liked it. So review! Please?