The warmth that seeps into the muscles, the mild burning of lactic acid, the rush of the second wind, the feeling they get when they fall into pace and the run feels like it becomes automatic and they're flying on autopilot, the air rushing in and out of their lungs in a mild burn and having to force themselves to breathe in a rythm as well. Also, mention what's going on around them.
I continued running for what seemed like longer than it should have taken to get back to the parking lot but I figured it was because I wanted to get back so fast. A distinct old dead tree came up on the path that meant that I should be able to see my car around the next bend. Forcing my legs to push harder I kept my sprint, anticipating the relief of driving away from here. I rounded the bend in the path and came to an abrupt halt. My breathing hitched in my throat making my already screaming lungs just about burst.
My heart pounded to the beat of my feet racing over the hard ground. Sweat beaded my forehead, causing my hair to cling to it as my throat ached for air, more air. The delicious rush of the wind past my face thrilled me. My muscles stretched, pushed harder. My pace evened out and my legs made the track fly under me.
The run to Prospect Park was the first real exercise I had gotten in the last few days and it felt good. I pushed into a sprint feeling the warm pull on my quads and smiled. The cool night air cleared my head, and as I rounded the corner into the bay I spotted Aunt Antonia jeep in the driveway. Oh god why is she here now? I unlocked the door, and went straight to the bathroom. Thank goodness nobody saw me. It was only eight-thirty in the morning. What the hell is she doing here this early? She lives in Boston five hours away. Oh I really don't wanna know. I have class in three hours.
I stepped into the shower, the cold rivulets of water streaming down my skin like ice. For those few minutes in my day, my mind is completely clear, a sort of liberation that no other activity can quite compare to, a hiatus in my otherwise busy life. Just like the water that fills it, a shower is a diverse place. It is a place of thinking and contemplation, a personal stage for my very own singing performances, and of course its designed use, a place where I can be refreshed.
Reluctantly, after my average 20-minute shower, I am forced to step out, either as a result of time constraints in the morning or responding to my mother's complaints about the water bill.
I emerge from the bathroom a new person revived, refreshed, rejuvenated, all the while humming the song "Feeling good." by Michael Buble ready to take on the day.
*buzz buzz*
I wrapped the towel around my body, who could be texting me this early in the morning?
"Good morning Ms.Swan, I saw you confused in class yesterday. Would you like to come to campus on Sunday? I could tutor you on the lecture." Edward wrote, hmm interesting should I be worried about anything, though. Maybe he does this with all his students. It's too late to not respond back, I already read his message. Damn you iPhones!
"Good morning professor, I would like some help with yesterday's lecture. I was a little confused. I would really appreciate it." I replied back trying to sound civil and friendly. Yes, friendly was the way to go. I think. I hope. Yet I still had this strange feeling. Maybe about the fact that I have a shopping day with Alice and Juliet tomorrow pre-wedding. I hated it. With a burning passion.
"Bella, come downstairs look who's here." My mom yelled
Oh, mom I already know who's here. Aunt Antonia. Oh, the joy. Oh, the faiths. Why me? Thank the heavens I have classes today if I didn't the lord would be testing my patience with her.
"I'm coming mom, I'm getting dressed." I yelled back
Really don't wanna go downstairs, and have them gossip about my love life right now. Ugh. Well I'll just take an hour and a half to get dressed. Sounds like a plan. Or I'll tell them that I have a friend waiting for me on campus. Yeah that works.
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Fanfiction"Over six years had passed since Jacob had left me, during which I had struggled through every single day unable, despite my hardest endeavors, to forget him." Bella Swan was a sophomore at Ridgewood university in New York . She's studying to be a...
