Some call it love [NaNoWriMo13]

6 - Some call it love

Once again, it was the time of the wretched week known as Saturday, where I was going to have to tourture myself because I was out of shape and unfit to no degree. It was the day where I was going to have to suck up all my fears and doubts about vigorous activities and go along with Terrence to the soccer pitch at the park because I had no choice and I really did love my brother. 

Enough to put myself through unnecessary touture by spending the whole day playing soccer, running around in the sun and sweating, making my muscles tense and stay crammed for hours on end. That, is my definition of soccer. To be honest, I didn't know why the boys did it. All it seemed to do was to expose their bodies to prolonged periods of unnecessary pain while pointlessly chasing after a ball and kicking it into nets. 

I mean, that totally sounds so terrifically fun! 

Sarcasm. 

So at exactly seven in the morning, Terrence barged into my room to wake me up. None too nice, might I add. He flicked the lights on and off repeatedly I was sure one of these days, mum would probably come after him at their sudden spiked electric bill, but that was another matter entirely. Because the next thing he did was draw the curtains wide open and turn my air conditioner off. Not. Cool. 

Get it? 

No, I'm joking. It sucked big time. The lack of cold air blowing into me seemed to make me grunt and get out of bed, where I went to my bathroom to brush my hair and tame the unruly mess painfully. Then, I had to put on the same T-shirt I wore last week and the same pair of shorts and shoes. Yeah, I didn't have much clothing intended for sports. 

And then again, I wasn't the kind of girl who involved herself in sports or anything related to it. It may even involve walking to the grocery store to go buy groceries and then walk back. And the grocery store was at the end of the neighbourhood. That is how much exercise I pretty much get, or used to get before Terrence and mum's deal. I found it unfair. Why was I the one that had to suffer for Terrence to go to England to play soccer for a few days and then have him come back again?

Oh, that's right. Because dad was worried about my lack of social life and exercise. And mum would have let Terrence go anyway. They just loved watching my suffer. 

I trudged down the stairs of my three (if you include the attic) storey house. Terrence tossed me a banana and then nodded his head towards the door, indicating to me that I was supposed to go out. I sighed and peeled the banana. As I walked to Terrence's car, I took a bite out of the banana. It was soft, and I guess that was a good things because I was barely tasting the banana before I swallowed it. My tired brain was too tired to process that I was supposed to chew before swallowing, presumably because I was used to only having a liquid diet in the morning. 

My daily morning cup of coffee sustained me up till recess in school. Mum would often make fun of my caffeine addiction, telling me that I would die if zombies should suddenly invade our caffeine supply, which in a way, was true. 

Once, we had run out of coffee and tea in the house, and I had to go to school without my daily dose of caffeine. Yeah, I had a migraine all the way until I purchased a cup of coffee in the canteen and a sandwich. That was probably going to be the death of me. 

Looking back at my banana tiredly, I sighed and went back to the house to prepare myself a flask of some coffee before leaving. I was so fast in preparing the flask it surprised me. I guess it was a good thing I didn't take to long because Terrence had already started up the car. "We're waiting for Connor. Man, that guy takes even longer than you to get ready!"

"Hey!' I got him by the back of his head and then rolled my eyes. I didn't take that long to get ready!

Okay, fine, maybe I did.