ER [wlw]

Chapter 5

I walk to the front doors of gym but stop when a poster catches my eye.

Sign up for Boxing lessons today, every Friday 6-9pm and 9am-12pm. Private or Group classes available. Private class days and time vary.

For more information see a front desk receptionist inside.

"Huh, that could be fun." I whisper to myself.

I walk in and greet Grace at the front desk before asking some questions about the Boxing classes. Apparently Rani is going to be the teacher which gives me second thoughts about the whole thing.

Yet, I decide to sign up for group classes.

I would have went with private classes but that would just be awkward, also, it would give her the chance to be as rude as she wants.

Once I've signed up I workout for about two hours until it's almost time for me to get Bellamy from school. I waited until after lunch to come, just because I wanted to sleep in a little. Tomorrow I won't get to.

I leave my self time to go home, shower and change into a tight fitting long sleeved black shirt. With some pants that are a little baggy at the bottom overlapping it at my waist. Then I throw on some high top Nikes.

The only place I plan on going is the grocery store, then I'll cook for me and Bellamy and we'll chill at home.

I leave and drive to the school, not excited to have to sent in the line I'm sure is long. Once I'm in it, like expected It takes a few long minutes before I make it to the front.

Bellamy opens the door and climbs into her seat, throwing her book bag to the side. The teacher that was standing with her closes the door for her as she buckles up.

"Hey baby." I smile at her. "Did you have a good day?"

She nods, kicking her feet. "Yep. Oooh, c-can you turn this song up. Th-This is Aunt Aya."

I chuckle and turn up the radio. It's her Aunt Aya's new song "Sin Aliento". Aya is a very successful singer, a few years ago she won a Grammy award and a bunch of other for topping the charts with an album. Basically everyone in Ari's family is successful, the ones old enough anyway.

I did come from money as well, my dad owns a big nationwide insurance company.

Although I haven't talked or seen him in eight years. He hasn't reached out to me to get to know his granddaughter or anything. It really blows my mind, if he loved my mother why doesn't he love me?

From what I know my mother was a nobody, his family didn't approve of their relationship with my mother being a black woman but they still got married and had me.

I was so young when she died that I have no memory of her. I sometimes see that as a good thing, I have nothing to miss of her because I didn't know her.

I pause the song, remembering I need to tell Bellamy where we're going. "We're going to the grocery store, do you wanna change out of your uniform at home, or are you ok?"

Her school uniform is cute, she's wearing the black sweater with a red and gold crest, paired with some leggings and a black skirt. Then on her feet are her little strap doc martens.

I don't know what they're called, the uniform is really old schooled. The high school and middle school dress code gives you more options but most kids her age don't care about clothes, so it works.

"Th-This is fine, unpause the song please." Always so well mannered, that is how I raised her after all.

I chuckle and do just that, her singing along as I drive us to the grocery store.