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Post by Rose Sakowitz on Nov 24, 2008 21:32:35 GMT -5
Clank. Crunch. Crash. Went the workout machine as Rose took out her emotions on her abs that really didn't need it. Working out was her high. Her anti-drug. It felt good to be able to take out some pent-up aggression in the gym's weight room by making every muscle in your body burn hysterically. Noelle was on her back. No one was getting along with her. She was single. All the guys probably had been warned of her physcotic ways by now, even if she did have a body etched like a sculpture of some greek goddess.
Her red ringlets fell around her hair, wild and free, like a loreal commercial and the only sounds were her sighing heavily in and out. This girl even sweated pretty. But that didn't matter. She was nuts. A bitch with no friends, no life, nothing to offer according to... well everyone she'd seen recently. And worst of all she was starting to believe it herself.
CRAMP.
"Damn it," she muttered, falling of the machine managing to do so gracefully and keeling over on the floor, clutching her side. Tears of pain sprung up and she felt herself getting woozy again. "No!" She got up, ignoring the pain and sat down, picking up her water bottle and taking a long swig out of it, like she was in some slow motion gatorade commercial.
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