Mrs All American

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Sweat dripped down the sides of my head and my breathing came out in fast, steady breaths. Push yourself, I thought to myself and forced my already weak legs to go faster.

The beat of Power by Kanye West had the adrenaline pumping through my body at record paces as I nearly sprinted the last few steps to my house. The locket around my neck bounced back and forth with each step I took until I finally reached my destination.

"Almost fifteen minutes" I mumbled to myself checking the time on the stopwatch on my phone. "Not bad" I smirked to myself, satisfied with the time it took me to run two miles.

Panting heavily, I jogged to my doorstep and used the key to unlock the door to my house. Once I stepped inside, the rush of coolness from the air conditioner sent relieving shivers through my sweating torso.

After taking a deep breath, I walked to the refrigerator where I pulled out a cold bottle of water and chugged it in less than a minute. I tossed it in the recycling bin and then sat on the cool counter top, trying to catch my breath.

I used my Gatorade towel to wipe the sweat away from my face as well as my bare torso. For me, I couldn't run in a tee shirt and shorts because I was constantly tugging at the hem of them and they always irritated me. That's why I always ran in spandex, or bike shorts, and a sports bra. This also prevented me from getting over heated.

Once the chills began to set in, I decided it would be smart to go take a shower so I didn't catch a cold. With one final breath, I jumped off of the counter top and started upstairs. Once I was halfway up the stairs, I heard the doorbell ring. Raising an eyebrow, I wondered who on earth that could be.

Not even a month ago, I had moved from New York so I didn't know many people. I hadn't even met my neighbors because it was such a quiet and secluded little neighborhood. I didn't even have a job yet because I was still trying to figure out what I was doing here.

Life got complicated back in New York and I was so sick of living there that I needed a fresh start in a totally new area. I don't know what made me think Australia was a smart decision, but I acted on the decision maybe a little too quickly... At least that's according to my mother who argued with me over it all the way up until I boarded the plane.

Rolling my eyes at the memory, I headed towards the door to see who it was. I peeked out the window first and and couldn't see anything. Groaning, I unlocked and pulled the large brown door open.

There was a gigantic brown package sitting there. I peeked at the label and it was addressed to the house next door. There was absolutely no way I could lift this- It must have weighed 100 pounds at least.

I stepped outside and looked to see if there was anyone around. To my luck, there wasn't, so I left the package there for now until I could figure out how I would  transport it to the next house.

With one final glance around, I stepped back inside and shut the door behind me. My chills had picked up, so I ran upstairs where a hot shower would await me.

I grabbed my Bluetooth speaker and connected it to my phone which I set on the sink counter. Stripping the lack of sweaty clothes from my body, I stepped foot in the shower.

'Toxic Valentine' by All Time Low blared through the speaker as the hot water engulfed by body. As I massaged the shampoo into my hair I sang along with the chorus.

Sex and white lies
Handcuffs and alibis
She lays her halo on the pillow as she sleeps
Her heart beats red wine
My toxic valentine
She lays her halo on the pillow
That used to be mine