THOMAS
"You almost done dude?" Troy yelled over the music. I lifted the barbell again.
"Almost. Four more reps," I said grunting at the weight. One, two, three, four. I cautiously let the barbell drop back to its place and picked up a towel. Troy slapped my back and handed me a water bottle. I guess two hours of working out could be enough for now. Maybe. Troy already looked like a beaten dog yet I felt I like I could keep going. I should keep going of I wanted to be the best wrestler-- a champion-- I had to act like one, train like one, live like one. BE one. I couldn't let little necessities like the party he wanted to go to get in my way. My body screamed as muscles and joints worked, just lifting the bottle to my mouth. " You know what, you go ahead without me. I'm gonns stay a little longer," I told Troy, setting my towel and water back in the bench. He wanted to argue I could tell, but he was too exhausted . " You sure? I mean I could stay a little longer..." I could tell by the way his eyes drifted from the clock to the door that he really wanted to leave. "Yeah man," I said with a shrug. " I might be here a while." Without waiting for. Reply, I turned the music up louder, now playing Def Leopard and started for the spinning machine. By the time I reached it and turned around Troy had gathered his things and the door was closing behind him. I chuckled underu breath at how uncommitted he was to wrestling. "Fool." I started the machine, set it to an hour, and was lost by the rhythm of the music and pedals beneath my feet.
Before my hand even touched the doorknob,I heard my parents fighting from inside he house. Their fighting has gradually become more often and obnoxious. But at the same time, it's oddly become the norm for my routine. As I open the door I can start making out words. "Hate you... Why... Still here?" I shake my head as if thinking that's gonns help. Their arguing infuriates me at times, but after working out for three hours, I'm too exhausted to do anything about it. The door shuts behind me with more for e than I had intended, making the blue and white porcelain vase rattle where it's standing on the tall table. My parents voices went silent, then into hushed tones. Without waiting for the pleasure of one of the greeting me, I took the stairs , two at a time, up to my bedroom. It was only eight o clock but my body screamed for rest. I dropped my bag on the floor with a thud and flopped onto my bed. Checked my phone with the result of no new messages or new Facebook updates. Seconds later, I heard my dads car roaring to life, then the soft knock on my door. "Come in," I said. My mom entered with a sorrowful look on her face. " Hey honey," she said quietly, as her voice was probably hoarse for yelling. "Hey," I said lamely. She stood there awkwardly for a moment, fidgeting on either foot, looking around. I cleared my throat. " Do you need something mom?" I asked, probably sounding rather harsh. She looked at me with sad eyes and said, "No, I was just checking on you." She turned around suddenly to head out the door. Before she was gone i said, " Are you okay mom?" she paused. Without fully turning back to me she said, "I will be." Then shut my door and left. I hated my dad.
"You almost done dude?" Troy yelled over the music. I lifted the barbell again.
"Almost. Four more reps," I said grunting at the weight. One, two, three, four. I cautiously let the barbell drop back to its place and picked up a towel. Troy slapped my back and handed me a water bottle. I guess two hours of working out could be enough for now. Maybe. Troy already looked like a beaten dog yet I felt I like I could keep going. I should keep going of I wanted to be the best wrestler-- a champion-- I had to act like one, train like one, live like one. BE one. I couldn't let little necessities like the party he wanted to go to get in my way. My body screamed as muscles and joints worked, just lifting the bottle to my mouth. " You know what, you go ahead without me. I'm gonns stay a little longer," I told Troy, setting my towel and water back in the bench. He wanted to argue I could tell, but he was too exhausted . " You sure? I mean I could stay a little longer..." I could tell by the way his eyes drifted from the clock to the door that he really wanted to leave. "Yeah man," I said with a shrug. " I might be here a while." Without waiting for. Reply, I turned the music up louder, now playing Def Leopard and started for the spinning machine. By the time I reached it and turned around Troy had gathered his things and the door was closing behind him. I chuckled underu breath at how uncommitted he was to wrestling. "Fool." I started the machine, set it to an hour, and was lost by the rhythm of the music and pedals beneath my feet.
Before my hand even touched the doorknob,I heard my parents fighting from inside he house. Their fighting has gradually become more often and obnoxious. But at the same time, it's oddly become the norm for my routine. As I open the door I can start making out words. "Hate you... Why... Still here?" I shake my head as if thinking that's gonns help. Their arguing infuriates me at times, but after working out for three hours, I'm too exhausted to do anything about it. The door shuts behind me with more for e than I had intended, making the blue and white porcelain vase rattle where it's standing on the tall table. My parents voices went silent, then into hushed tones. Without waiting for the pleasure of one of the greeting me, I took the stairs , two at a time, up to my bedroom. It was only eight o clock but my body screamed for rest. I dropped my bag on the floor with a thud and flopped onto my bed. Checked my phone with the result of no new messages or new Facebook updates. Seconds later, I heard my dads car roaring to life, then the soft knock on my door. "Come in," I said. My mom entered with a sorrowful look on her face. " Hey honey," she said quietly, as her voice was probably hoarse for yelling. "Hey," I said lamely. She stood there awkwardly for a moment, fidgeting on either foot, looking around. I cleared my throat. " Do you need something mom?" I asked, probably sounding rather harsh. She looked at me with sad eyes and said, "No, I was just checking on you." She turned around suddenly to head out the door. Before she was gone i said, " Are you okay mom?" she paused. Without fully turning back to me she said, "I will be." Then shut my door and left. I hated my dad.
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