I looked to my right as I crossed the street that held many cars and many people rushing to get to work. I went in to this old fashion gym that I found online. When I enter the gym I found nobody was there. But then again that's how I like it. I started to bandage my hands up to protect them. Then I easily grabbed the old and dusty punching bag and hooked it up. I started to punch the bag slowly. But then it got faster. The more faster i got the more stress was out of my system. I gave the punching one last hard full hit that made it go flying across the room. As I started taking of my bandages that tightly secured my hands. I haven't even notice that someone was watching me. As I looked up I held my breath . Standing there was a man with blonde hair and blue eyes he was probably around 6 feet tall. Did I also mention he was built. Snapping out of my gaze I turned my attention back on my punching bag that had sand covering up around it. I grabbed the broom and started to clean up the mess that I made but I noticed that the man was still standing there. May I help you with something I said with a polite voice. The blonde man snapped out of his thoughts and looked at me and back to my bunching bag. How did you do that? he said eyeing once again the punching bag. I had a very stressful night you know couldn't sleep so yea I said. hopefully he didn't know that I was lying. Oh ok he said . Knowing that he was going to ask more questions and me saying nothing but lies. I cleared the dirt off the wooden tile and picked up my punching bag. I was about to leave when the man looked at me and asked me my name. I can't tell him my name he might be working for the organization that wants me back I thought. So I decided just to by a fake one. I looked at the man that was still waiting for a answer. My name is Harper Martinez I said with a force smile. Oh well Harper my name is Steve he said
