Mucking About.

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Shannon's PoV:

I decide to take Lissy out again, to do a trust walk! Considering she turned down the job at the hospital in Seattle to be with her friends, she may as well be with them.

Besides I wanted to make up for getting us kicked out of friendship yoga...

We walk into the place to see the most terrifying thing ever, a shared changing room! Great! Random people watching us dress.

We get changed and walk outside to see the teacher outside the woods.
"Ladies! Hey! so I'm going to do a quick register, I like to keep track of all my students!" She shouts.
"Students?! Students?! We are grown women!" I shout, causing Lissy to grab my arm and calm me down.
"Okay!" The teacher shouts.

She calls all of our names and calls Lissy, Mel. Which makes me laugh because she just doesn't seem like a Mel. "Okay! So we have the woods here! Label yourselves one and two, I'm your partners, the first person will be blind folded! The rope will guide you through the woods. The 1st time you and your partner go through the woods, you can guide eachother with hands, and but then, the second time, you just tell eachother where to go, and tell eachother if there is a tree in their way, all that crap!" She shouts enthusiastically.

This sounds bad. "I'll go first" I smile, taking the nervous look off of Lissy's face. I put on my blindfold and we finally start. It's scary not being able to see, but I'm not doing too bad. Where as when it was Lissy's turn, she did absolutely nothing I said! I think she thought I was driving her into a tree or something.

By the time we are finished, everything we are wearing is muddy. Especially our trainers, we stay outside in the freezing cold, with no shoes on trying to bang the mud off, it's no use, but the teacher won't let us through until our shoes are perfect.

We walk in and Lissy looks down to her knees. "Oh my god, I thought that was mud!" She squeals. "Mud isn't red." I laugh. She looks to her other knee and sees a cut bleeding, she doesn't cry, she just bursts out laughing, at the fact she thought it was mud.

"This was fun" she laughs as we walk out. "And I didn't get us kicked out this time." I grin, making her laugh more than I expected.

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