Way Too Big✔️

9. Way too big ;[ A suicide mission otherwise called exercise.]

9. //Way too big; [ A suicide mission otherwise called exercise.]

Whatever (nonsensical) mutual understanding I had with mom just before we left the house was beginning to wither just as we got close to the gym.

Recalling all the events of this morning, I'm highly disappointed none of my plans worked out.
The fake sickness, the tripping on the staircase, even vomiting couldn't get me out of this messy situation.
Mom was hard-headed, as determined as a warrior. She was hell-bent on this whole gym thing.
Internally, I cursed Mrs. Benson- the root of this evil, in fact, the entire tree of this evil.

I cursed her again, cause why not?

Still deep in my cursing spree, I didn't know when mom drove in and killed the engine.
She turned to me, "remember what we talked about. You have to be on your best behavior. And put in a great effort."

"And if I go to the gym consistently for six weeks?" I wanted to make sure we still had the agreement before it completely withered in my head.

Hesitatingly she replied," I'll do whatever you want as long as it isn't outrageous."

I smiled, "you'll do whatever I want, that's all that matters."
Just Incase you're wondering, I have no request in mind yet. I might probably end up requesting to stop coming to this gym after six weeks( I'm a smart person, I know.)

A tiny part of my brain urged me to open the car door and run back home and shut myself in my room forever.
I'll probably die of starvation but come to think of it. It'll be a very interesting topic for weeks to come.
Everyone would not stop talking about 'the young fat girl who locked herself up in her room because she refused to exercise and eventually died of starvation.'

I could be one of the top ten trending stories on Twitter, talk about fame.

"Are you even listening to me?" Mom gave me a quizzical look.
"Yeah sure. What'd you say again?"

Mom sighed and got down from the car. It took me three good minutes to unclip my seat belt because I may or may not have tampered with it yesterday.

Man, all my plans really didn't work.
Cause I hoped that mom would see me struggling with my seat belt and she'd have tried to help me. But it'd have been impossible to take off and we'd have just gone back home and cut it off with scissors.
But now, mom already left me and is inside the gym probably wondering why I'm taking forever.

Another three minutes are gone and I was finally able to wriggle out of the seat belt. No, I still wasn't able to take it off. So I just wriggled out of it and took my gym bag. I pulled up my spandex pants as I walked into the gym.

The AC in the reception made me feel like I was in Canada or something. It was ice cold. But man, it'll be much needed after the series of exercises.

Mom was leaning on the counter talking in hushed tones to the receptionist.
"Thank you very much." Mom said to her and walked into one of the numerous doors lined up in the reception.
It's almost like mom was the one signing up for gym classes and not me. Cause she just left me behind, again. The girl at the reception asked, "you're with her?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
"Alright, you can go in. You can leave your bag here or take it if you want."

"I'll take it. Thanks."

"Alright then. Best of luck, Naomi."

One eyebrow went up. Best of luck?
"How'd you know my name?"
"Your mom already told me. Now run along so you don't miss out on anything."

You have no idea how much I wanna miss out on everything.
"Right."

I opened the door slowly, peeking in first before fully entering.
I sat down close to mom, directly facing the man who apparently is going to be my gym instructor.