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I keep tossing and turning in my bed.
"Ugh! Sandman please come back and sprinkle me again with your magic sand! I can't sleep!" I said to no one inside my room. I glace at my bed side alarm clock. Three-fifteen flashes in neon green color. "Ugh!" I let my upper body fall to the soft mattress. So, todays the big day. Uncle Freddie, Rosie and Franklin will go back to their house. Today also is my most special day! The day that I have excitedly waited since yesterday. My dooms day. My punishment day.
I close my eyes. Maybe if I pretend that I'm sick and so delirious to go to school, my mom will call the school telling them that its my sick day. Nah! I dismiss immediately that idea. My mom knows me well. She will just force me to get up and threathened me with something like my baby. Sabrina. If your wondering who is Sabrina. Well, let me enlighten you who is she. Sabrina is my brand new red Ferrari that my parents gave me the night before my first day of my senior year. I cant lose my baby! I'll be damned if that happens. Okay, stop thinking negatively Margarett! Be optimistic!
I let out a deep breath then crawled toward the edge of the bed. I planted my feet to the floor and make my way toward my bathroom. I glance at myself in the mirror. Grr. I looked like a zombie. A makeup could fixed this later. I empty my bladder then plopped myself in the sofa. I reach for my remote then click for the television. The television started to appear from the ceiling. I scanned for a good channel to watch. I keep flipping some channel until I settled in a movie channel.
When the credits finally rolled up, I glanced at the wall clock. It say five oclock in the morning. I push myself into my feet then stretch my arms while walking toward my walk in closet. I change into my running attire and put on my running shoes. I get out of my room. I walked slowly toward the front door. Everything is still and quiet. It seems that I'm the only one who is an early bird in the family. I opened the front door welcoming the cold breeze of the morning. It's almost the end of winter season. I pulled my jacket closer to my body until I reach the gate. I punch some security code then started to jog toward my usual track course. My body started to heat up and sweats are now forming in my body. I jog faster. I love the feel of the wind in my face. After ten rounds, I returned to our house. I proceed to our basketball court then picked up the basketball ball at the side then started shooting at the ring. I dribble and turned my body side to side as if taking my defense from my invisible opponent. Taking out all my frustration to the game. I let it all out.
"I think your going to murder that ball. Stress much?" Someone said behind my back. I turned around while holding the ball with one hand and my left hip. I saw Franklin standing at the side of the court with his arms crossed against his chest. I raised one eyebrow at him.
"One on one?" I challenge.
He give me an amused expression. Franklin is the MPV in his school. He's not good. Hes pretty good at basketball. Not doubt about that. He is recruited last year to play nationals. The lucky bastard already have basketball scholarship for uni. He smirked. Oh, cocky much. "Nah, I'll pass. Besides, we will be leaving after thirty minutes. Don't want to get sweaty." He motioned for his clothes.
"Scared?" I lifted one eyebrow at him. Then start to dribble the ball.
I pulled his shirt off his body revealing a six pack abs. He smirked when he see me looking at his manly glory. Oh! Your on dude! I drop the ball to the ground then get off my jacket then my shirt, leaving my sports bra. His mouth is hanging open to see my eight pack. Scary right? For a girl my age to have these. But I have a great descipline regarding my body. I work out everyday and have a healthy diet except for that lots of pancake, I guess. Now, it's my time to smirked. Even though I have eight pack, my body did not develop just like that of the body builder kind with bulging and over sized muscles. I have a toned slender body with eight pack abs. I hope I make that clear now.
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