New Beginnings

Two

The next morning I wake up to the chimes of my phone practically blowing up, Tate's name glowing in my sleeping eyes.

Tate 🩷 07:53AM

Tate: You up?
Tate: Helloooooo
Tate: I'm going to come pick you up I miss you
Tate: I thought you were a track star, why aren't you up right now?
Tate: Bitch wake up
Tate: Damn you won't answer your calls either!
Tate: Wakey Wakey eggs and Bakey

Me: Shut the fuck up

Tate: You ready?

Me: I just woke up

Tate: Can you be ready in 10 mins?

Me: Yes I can, but this whole spamming me until I wake up is NOT going to be the norm. Got it?

Tate: Yes cranky pants 😇

Me: Ok lol, I will see you in 10 then

Tate: Yay!!

I bounce out of bed and put on a bra before walking into the bathroom and brushing my long brown hair. Sometimes it's a lot of work but when I get to dress up and do my hair it's all worth it again.

It is straightened from yesterday so brushing it suffices. I tie it up as I brush my teeth and wash my face, layering my oily skin in different creams and serums to attempt at controlling my irritating acne. It seems to be ok right now, but as soon as I start track my whole face will seem to be one large pimple.

After washing my face with expensive cleansers and creams that sometimes feel worthless, I put on some mascara and a bit of eye liner to accentuate my eye shape, then adding a bit of lip gloss. The lip gloss may be a mistake since I'm not sure the weather right now and my hair is going to be down so let's see how this plays out.

For an outfit I put on some mom jeans and a tight maroon plain t-shirt. Outfits are difficult. I have a specific body type that's made for strength. I have more meat on my bones than most track girls, but it doesn't bother me because I love to run.

I have bigger boobs and thick thighs, but due to me working out a lot I have a more flat stomach. However this is merely from running. My goal is to get abs. I know I can do it, I just need someone to show me how. I also want to work my arm muscles and define them.

There are times when I wish I was petite and little, but other times I'm proud of my genetics, even though to look the way I want to have to work for it a lot more. Honestly though, it just makes the results even more satisfying.

I put on my white sneakers and grab my shoulder bag stuffing my phone inside and the cash my mom gave me. I make my bed real quick and just as I finish spraying on some perfume and putting on some deodorant before my phone chimes and I already know who is here.

As I walk downstairs I hear some voices of Tate and my mom reuniting.

"Well you two have fun sweetheart." My mom tells Tate giving her one last squeeze of a hug before letting go.

"Tate!" I squeal running towards her.

She squeals back and I lift her in a hug. The difference between her and I is that she is the petite and little one I was talking about.

"I missed you!" Tate smiles cheerfully.

We start walking to her white jeep that her rich parents got for her 16th birthday. Tate and I haven't seen each other in about 4 months. And even longer than that before. She came down for my 17th birthday 4 months ago for about 4 days before having to go back home. It was super fun though.

We stopped at this small coffee shop for breakfast. Tate's aunt works here and she gave Tate a job here as well so Tate decided to show it to me and show me what they had.