FLOWER

CHAPTER 3.2

  A nap was very good for me. Muscle pain seems less bothersome. I get up and go to the kitchen. Where my mother and sister eat ice cream. Nasturcja's skin is slightly red, the sun has taken its toll on it. I look at myself but I am as I was. I did not lubricate for two days with anything. Apparently I still have some luck.

- Maybe we will take care of your mattress?

- I already did it while you were sleeping.- She answers a little too quickly. - But I don't know if it helped. I'll wait until it dries. -Suddenly she asks, looking at me. - Why, you already want to get rid of me!

- What? I want you to enjoy your room as much as I do. - Not only mine.

Knowing the stubbornness of inanimate things, cleaning up will do nothing. My sister is talking to me strangely, this situation must be annoying her too. She has her own room and still sleeps in someone else's. As usual, it's an uphill climb, life doesn't tolerate any other option.

I walk over to the cabinet. I drank too little water today and my body is complaining about it own. I open the door and the hinges squeak mercilessly. I clench my jaw at the sound of that. I take the glass, which crumbles in my hands. With a clatter, the shrapnel hits the floor, shrinking further and increasing the range of impact. Let the bullets hit me!!! Miraculously, I don't hurt myself. It must have been broken by now, and of course I am the victim of fate who had the honor of finishing the job. I look irritated at the glass scattered around me. On a cow's hoof!!! I've got to clean it up.

Finally, a new glass filled with fresh water is at hand. I can sit down as I like. As I move, my knee hits the edge of the table, which falls along with the glass. Both things land on the floor.

- Róża. What are you doing!? - Mom looks straight into my eyes with a tense face.

- I'm sinking the chair. - I answer truthfully and her eyebrow raises. - Thank you for your concern, I'm not in any pain. - I speak reproachfully.

- You haven't visited a single specialist for far too long! What?- Mom says ironically, and I bear her hard gaze. After all, I didn't do it on purpose!

- I rather feel sorry for the boy from yesterday. That must have hurt. - The sister says seriously. - Poor guy.

- I constantly have the impression that gardening is not enough for you. - The mother's gaze finally shifts to her sister. - Nasturcja, you will take your sister to the gym. And until you fall from exhaustion, you can't show up at home.

- But too far to walk.- Nasturcja plays an actress in front of mother. She smiles slightly and looks at her from under her lashes.

- Dad will take you. - My face goes dark, but my sister glows.

- I get at home.

- He has business in town. - She tries to convince me, my mother is smiling warmly at me.

- Somehow it has been terribly synchronized with our spontaneous outings lately. - I speak tartly.

- Your bikes are in the garage. You will have a warm-up before training.

- Okay. - Sister makes a grunt noisesatisfaction.

- Darling, I'm sorry. Today it didn't work.- Mother informs in a raised voice to my father, who is in the living room.

- I'm afraid they've seen through us, honey.

No point in wasting time, I clean up the mess I made again. . And I get ready to change into my workout clothes. My sister will probably try harder than me. Fitted top, leggings and a perfect ponytail. Even when going to the gym, the rule is that two thirds must be done.