I'm here. I look up at the big sign above the doors reading ANYTIME FITNESS. I push the unusually heavy doors open and go to my useen corner. I set my empty coffee cup down and walk to the vending machine. Snacks are calling my name as I pay for my water bottle. But I refuse to give in to their mocking. Walking to the treadmill, I stub my toe and swear under my breath. God, why do I have to be so clumsy? I set the machine to 4, a fast jogging pace. I carefully step on and start moving. It isn't bad at first, but after an hour, my knees become weak. I push to do one more hour and yell at myself for not being strong enough. After two hours, i decide that im good enough to just walk around for a bit. Besides, walking's exercise, right? I check my phone and see I have no messages. Figures. It's 2:17 PM. School's almost over. If I walk to the school and ride my bus home, my mum will think nothing of it. 20 minutes pass, and I'm at my school. Perfect timing. I slip onto the bus unnoticed and sit in my normal seat. Awesome. Mum will never know I skipped.
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Skin And Bones
Teen Fiction14 year old Ashton has been depressed for about 2 years now. But when he enters eighth grade, everything starts to go downhill. He just can't seem to get used to the high-school. His grade is the youngest in the building. So of course the older kids...
