Kammy.

Chapter 4 Tryouts.

September 16th, 2019

Kamilla's POV.

Ah, Monday. My favorite day of the week. Can you hear the sarcasm in my voice?

I got up at 4:10. Not on purpose. I'd been sleepy since 8 something last night so I'd gotten my 8 hours and my body decided I didn't need anymore. I got out of bed and did my stretching for 10 minutes. My alarm was gonna go off in a couple hours and since I was gonna be up by then, I turned it off.

I walked to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. When I was done, I slipped on my tiger slippers and walked to the kitchen. Once I was in the kitchen, I got out a bowl, scale, whisk, and the waffle maker. I measured out the ingredients I needed and mixed them together in the bowl. I added my wet ingredients and continued mixing. Once I was done, I buttered the iron and scooped the batter into it. When it beeped, I flipped it. I continued the process until all the batter was gone.

I cleaned out the bowl and cracked 6 eggs into it. I whisked them together adding a splash of milk and some pepper. I grabbed a block of cheese, cut a few pieces, and grated them. I added them to the bowl and whisked them in.

I placed a pan on the stove and added some butter to it. Once it was heated, I added salt to the eggs, whisked them, and poured them into the pan.

Once the eggs were done, I put them on a plate and pulled the waffles out of the oven. I grabbed a plate, put eggs and 2 waffles on it, and poured syrup over them. I got some water, a fork and knife, and sat down to eat. It was almost 5 when Sammy walked out of his room. He walked over to me and sat down.

'Been up long?' I shrugged my shoulders, '40 minutes at least.' 'Cool.' He went back to his room and I could faintly hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on. A few minutes later, I heard his footsteps and he started getting food. He sat down next to me and we chatted. Once we were done, Sammy cleaned the dishes while I put up the food. I arched my back, stretched, then turned to him. 'You wanna go for a run?' I asked him. 'A run?' 'Yeah. I'm feeling antsy and you know how much I hate to be up earlier than I'm supposed to be.' 'Alright. We'll go for a run.' 'Okay.'

I walked to my room and got dressed. I was wearing black and blue leggings-that I made a couple of years ago-and a matching sports bra. Making that was not easy. I brushed my hair up into a high pony, braided it, and then clipped the end to the back of my head. I slipped on some athletic socks and put on my sneakers. I grabbed my phone and slipped it in the pocket of my leggings. When I walked out of my room, Sammy was standing in the living room stretching his legs. He looked up at me, 'Ready to go?' 'Yeah.'

It was 5 o'clock when we walked out of our building and to one of the parks we were at yesterday. Once we got there, we started off slow. We walked around the park once and then I turned to him, 'Up for a race?' I asked. 'Sure. We betting something?' 'If you want. So, if I win I want to hear your new song. Finished or not.' He stared at me for a second, then started to speak. 'Okay. If I win you have to go out with me.' 'Like a date?' I asked. 'Not technically. Just us two, dinner, and maybe an activity after.' 'Alright. Deal.' We shook hands and went over to a nearby fountain and got some water before stretching again and setting some rules for the race. There was a tree by the park entrance we started at and set our watch clocks. We got into position and counted down from 3. 2. 1.

Track and field isn't something we took during school. But, there were a lot of sports that included running that we did take during school. The race was fun, but I got to thinking. A date. That was what Sammy wanted if he won. One date. I had been pretending to be his girlfriend for a week, but I knew sooner or later it would end. Sammy would come up with a story about how we broke up so he could get into that girl's pants. I didn't care. That's just how he was. So, it was boggling to me that he wanted to go out. On a date. That gave me pause.