Maybe the Gym Can Help Me
I got to the gym at 4:18, hoping that I saw no one who went to my school. I looked around, wondering which machine I should do first. I saw a machine called and jumped on it. Just then I saw someone catch my eye. It was my teacher, Ms. Jones. “Hi sam”, she said. I in turn smiled at her feeling very embarrased. About an hour later while I was on a weight machine, I looked over to the other side of the gym where most of the guys worked out. I saw a guy who was about 16 or 17. He was tan with soft, shiny brown hair. You could tell he was the big man on campus at his school. I really wasn’t in to the jock and cocky type, but there was something about him. He seemed different. He caught my gaze at him and I suddenly looked away. When I sensed that he had looked away I looked back at him.
“SAM!” My sister yelled. “What?” I said with an attitude. “Dude we’re leaving. Get your shit and let’s go. Damn what the fuck..” She trailed off, thinking that nobody could hear her. I looked over at him one last time and left..