This choice: "This is awful!" The girls agree to quit... • Go Back... It would take some time for Alice and Melissa to make the trek back to the dorms.
Their minimal time with Coach Knight had left them completely drained, anything other than the occasional groan or whine was out of the question. They'd barely been left with the ability to move their legs, as they'd ran for so long that they'd all but gone painfully numb. Alice sat with her head down, dripping with sweat and breathing laborious hot breaths even after fifteen minutes of inactivity.
Mel, who wasn't as affected as the more idle Alice, eventually managed to coax her running buddy into standing and making the long walk back to their dorms. But it was a trip for both of them. The Buttercombe Campus was a lot more hilly than either of them remembered, their fatigue easily adding an extra fifteen minutes to an otherwise short walk.
***
'You know I hate to say I told you so.' Hillary Heart managed a smile as she picked in her best American accent, 'But you really should have listened to me when I said that Coach Knight was bad news.'
Alice and Mel lay sprawled on the couch, groaning in absolute agony as every muscle in their bodies begged to be put down. Alice laid next to Hillary, her head lulling to the side while her pathetic belly rose and fell with agonized breath. Mel occupied the loveseat opposite her friends, laying out with her leg and arm touching the carpet and her head propped up on the arm.
A moan escaped the tired two at 'Megan' and her teasing, neither were really in the mood to justify their reasonable need to burn some extra calories.
'I tell you not to go and, what do you do? You go.' Megan giggled a little, 'And now you're all tired and sweaty and I feel perfectly fine because I wasn't stupid enough to take an after-school session with that whack-job!'
Mel responded in kind by throwing a pillow at Hillary's head. The British beluga was not amused.
'We were only trying to get a little exercise...' Alice reasoned, playing mediator between the two of them, 'Who knew that Coach Knight was so...'
'Freaking insane!' Mel interjected, 'I've never had a coach that treated me like that, and I've had three different coaches since I was twelve years old! Where does she get off running us into the ground like that?!'
'I believe that was my point.' Hillary mused, taking a sip of her tea (the only flaw in her American guise, and could be attributed to Alice rather rudely busting in without time to prepare), 'I tried to warn you.'
'This is awful...' Alice whispered brokenly, near tears and suddenly much more appreciative of those easy nights in with Hillary or Ronnie, 'I mean I want to lose weight, but I can't' Mel, is it always this hard on your first day back?'
'No.' Mel harrumphed, 'That bitch is just' wow.'
'We don't have to go back, do we?' Alice's doe eyes flared up again, especially effective when watery, 'I know I said a week but' I don't want to go back, Melissa...'
There was a silence from the three as Alice's words grated on Melissa. Being more athletic than Alice, there was no doubt that she would wind up adapting to this new situation. And adapting well. With lots of hard work, Mel could easily find her way back to her prime'probably even better than her prime'despite how crazy Coach Knight was. In fact, because of how crazy Coach Knight was, she'd probably get there faster!
'Ugh. I guess not.' She groaned, face planting into the surface of the couch.
'Good...' Alice sighed, not catching her friend's reluctance, 'I don't think I'd make it another day.'
Another silence, this one longer than the first. Only broken by Alice's belabored breaths and the occasional slurp of Hillary's teacup. It effectively lasted long enough for things to get somewhat awkward.
'So who wants ice cream?' 'Megan' asked with pseudo-excitement   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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