Genevieve
Here I am standing in the living room, hair still dripping from showering. Apparently my trainer was impatient and I was taking too long so she came inside the bathroom, moved the fucking curtains and dragged me out of the bathroom, naked. She even threw random clothes at me.
The back of my shirt was literally wet because of my hair.
"Okay, Stand straight, chin up. Let's see if you can balance these books." She places 3 books on my head and they seem fine, I can perfectly balance with them.
"Now walk." She commands and step my foot forward and then bam, I slippes on the floor. The books flew to the other side and I groaned in agony once my head hitted the marble floor.
"You suck." She comments and fire was burning. She didn't even helped me on standing up.
I stood up on my own and looked at the are where I had slipped. It was a puddle. The puddle that my hair had created. I like to blame this woman over here for dragging me out of the shower and didn't even let me dry my hair.
I could totally rip her hair out with my bare hands but I can't do that. I don't want to go to hell.
"Again! Stand straight, chin up!" I can't actually put my chin up because my head hurts after slipping.
She places the books on my head once again and I started walking in random directions.
"Now let me place some more." I felt the weight of the books increasing when she added more books but I still kept walking.
I was actually getting a hang of it. I suddenly saw the ceiling and another shot of pain on my head.
"Bark!" A dog startes licking my face and I blocked it my arm. I groaned lifting myself up of the floor.
"I was getting the hang of it, but because of you It's gone!" I sighed and the dog whimpered and got off me.
"Again!" She commands and I sigh again. "Can we please take a bre- NO" I asked but she cuts me off by declining.
Few backaches later
Man! My back is aching from standing up straightly. It's already 12PM, We've started at 9AM, but I mean, Who wouldn't get backaches from standing up straightly in 3 hours with no breaks?
We're now practicing on how to seat down, But we keep on doing do-overs because I kept on slouching.
It feels so good to slouch right now but I can't! I couldn't help it either not to slouch.
"Don't slouch!" She slams her hands on the table and I sat up straightly, I was trying though.
"God, You can't even sit up straighly!" She facepalms her self in frustration and I was making a list on why I should rip her hair out.
Well, Who can even sit up straightly after 3 hours of non-stop of standing up straightly with 8 books balanced on your head and can't remove it even though you're already getting backaches and neckaches.
That's one thing yet it's already applicable for a reason to rip her hair out.
I look like a constipated whale right now, My face is like mixed of emotions; annoyance,anger,and sadness.
She groans and leaves the room and I could finally slouch!
Hallejuah!
I sighed in relief and rubbed my face on the dining table like the weird girl I am. If training this hard does that mean when I'm doing the real job it's harder?
