I have never been a sport person, or the one to exercise. No matter how much I try to engage, I get super wasted at the end, which makes me think sport is a waste of time. Some people say it's because I never add weight, no matter what, and I think I agree a little.
My dad, on the other hand, always goes for a morning run, and sometimes he goes to the gym. After yesterday, I decided to spend some quality time with him since he was on leave for one week.
I wore my Adidas shoes and tracksuit and went for a morning run with my dad. It was good at first, and I didn't even bother the sweat. We kept talking about a lot of stuff, but I started getting tired. "Uhm, Dad, are we going round Burberry?" I asked. Dad: "Oh, Mel, I know you will complain." "No, I'm not. Just that we've been at this for a while, don't you think we should go home?" Dad: "You go on, love, I have to get rid of this fat." And he wasn't fat, really, but I get what he means. "No, Dad, let's go together." He sighed, then spoke, "Okay, let... why don't we run a bit farther? I think there's a coffee shop down the road; we can grab some coffee and then we head home."
We got to the coffee shop and made our orders. After the coffee, we walked home, but halfway there, Dad continued to run. I felt like I ruined his morning exercise and made a promise never to tag along if I wouldn't participate.
When we finally got home, Mom and Miller were making pancakes for breakfast. Mom: "Where have you two been? Breakfast's almost ready." Dad: "We went for a run, but I'm good; we had something already." "Um, I want pancakes," I said.
After breakfast, I went to my room to take a nap. Then I got a call from Luca. Luca: "Did you sleep well?" "Yeah, I did," I answered. Luca: "Uhm, do you mind joining me for movie night? There's a new movie out; it's called 'Dogs.' I think you will like it. Megan and the girls are all coming too." "Heyyy," I stopped him halfway, "I will love to come see a movie with you, even when it's just us." I can hear him chuckling from the other side. "Okay, I'll come pick you up by 5pm." "Okay," I replied.
I kept on thinking about my life and how everything changed this year. There are still some few rules, but not as much as then. I can stay out a bit late than usual, I can now attend concerts – not just my brother's. I get allowance, and I get to choose for myself, but there's still a lot I am missing on.
I woke up by 3pm, panicking. I thought I was late, then I checked my clock – it was just three. I got downstairs, and my house was quiet; it was almost as if everyone was gone and I was home alone. I ran to the kitchen and there was no one. I searched everywhere, but it was all empty. Did they leave me? Are they gone? Then I heard a tap, tap behind me. I turned around quickly, then I saw a clown. He was fat and scary; he looked almost like Pennywise from 'It.' He was looking at me. I couldn't tell what his intentions were, but he doesn't seem like a nice guy.
"What do you want?" I asked. "I'm a clown, I'm a clown, you look so sad and you look so lost. I'll cheer you up, I'll cheer you up," he sang, and every time he started over, I felt my head turning.
"Melanie!" It came from behind; this one sounded menacing. "What in the world is this? Melanie!" It came again. Tap-tap, and I woke up with my mom standing beside my bed. "Girl, what dreams were you having?" she asked.
"Why would you leave me alone?" I sobbed in tears. Mom: "Oh, baby, I didn't leave you alone."
"There was a clown," I whispered. Mom: "Shhh, it's okay, baby. It's almost 5pm. Megan called; she said you guys are going to the movies?"
"Oh, I forgot to ask. Yes, we are." Mom: "Well, don't stay in bed; you'll be late." I nodded and got up to get ready.