Exercises (Chapter 2)

Thursday crawled along at snail pace. My classes were boring, just the same old stuff. I really wasn't too interested in most of the stuff in class except for Science, where we got to burn things and "work" with fire. I kinda played with the fire rather than worked with it.
When school finally let out at 2:50, I quickly packed my bag, slung it on my back, and jogged home. I hoped that Daphne would be on the computer so that I could talk to her. Gods, I missed her so much and I'd only met her once.
I wolfed down a snack (much to my mother's dismay) and then headed up to my room. I dumped my backpack near the desk and opened up gmail. (The computer was still on from yesterday, since I forgot to turn it off) She wasn't on, so as I waited, I tried to finish my homework so I wouldn't have to do it later.
I managed to get 4 out of 6 homework assignments done when she went online.

Jacob: you there?
Daphne: hey 'sup?
Jacob: was doing homework but too lazy to finish rest now that youre on
Daphne: aw thats sweet
Jacob: lol it wasn't meant in that way (I blushed in spite of what I said. I really was glad that she was on, but I wasn't about to admit it.)
...i get distracted by people easily
Daphne: oh
...well i cant wait for tomorrow
Jacob: neither can i
Daphne: *squees*
Jacob: squee?
Daphne: um...
...i guess you could call it a type of noise that people make when theyre excited
Jacob: weird...
Daphne: it's a girl thing
Jacob: i think i might know what youre talking about then
...i think my sis does that
Daphne: possibly
...ive never met your sis so i can't say
Jacob: how much homework do you have?
...and what school do you go to?
Daphne: i only have a couple minutes worth of work left
...and i go to delante
...i assume you go to yamen high school?
Jacob: yes
...you go to a private school?
...i don't recognize the name
Daphne: yeah its a private school
...whats public school like?
Jacob: public?
Daphne: ha ha real descriptive
Jacob: thanks
...theres a lot of people and theyre not all necessarily smart
...some are kinda dumb and some are really smart
...though a lot of the smart kids end up being boosted up a grade or sent off to private school
...are you one of the really smart kids?
Daphne: no
...my parents just wanted me to go to private school
...dunno why
Jacob: whats private school like then?
Daphne: there are a lot of rules and such
...probably not as many kids here as in public schools
...gah!
Jacob: what?
Daphne: moms calling me
...i gtg sorry
...ttyl
Jacob: ttyl
Daphne: bye

Once again, she was gone. I kept the laptop on and pushed it aside for a little more room on my desk for homework. Then I finished off the last two assignments for homework and hoped that Daphne would go back online. She didn't.
Mom eventually called me down for dinner around 6. I went through another round of lectures before slinking upstairs back into my room. I really needed to get out more often. My boring, inactive life was killing me. I wanted some form of exercise. To distract myself, I grabbed a stress ball and starting tossing it up and catching it. Not the most interesting thing ever, but it was sort of exercise. Then I began to bounce it off the wall. Kathy shouted through to wall to stop whatever I was doing. Giving a sigh, I stopped. And then I got a brain spark. Why hadn't I thought of that before? I could do all those silly almost in place exercises. The ones that most people hated.
I began to do push-ups on the ground. Around 15 my arms gave way and I landed on my stomach with a thump. Pitiful. It hurt, but it felt good. I did crunches while I waited for my arms to stop throbbing. When my stomach hurt, I did push-ups again. I continued with this cycle until my upper body hurt too much to go on. Then I began to work on my lower body.
Not being the great fan of flexibility exercises, I tried to avoid those, though I found that it was needed to do certain movements anyways. I guess the few dance lessons that my mother had made me take did come in handy in the end. I began to do kicks up into the air in the front, side, and back. I couldn't get any farther than perpendicular to the ground. Heck, I don't think I even go that far. But it was a start, and I could get better.
Just then, my foot hit a hand held pencil sharpener that had been teetering on the edge of the desk and it flew into the air, crashing onto the ground. I made a mental note to be more careful where my feet went.
When my legs were good and sore, I stretched until my breathing slowed, and then I went onto my laptop to search some good exercises. I printed out some sheet and picked them up from downstairs, where the printer was. (Don't ask me how the laptop is connected to the printer from upstairs to downstairs because my father did that, not me.)
My mother caught me taking the sheets upstairs.
"What. Is. That?" Her voice demanded answers.
"They teach you how to do exercises." I answered, not lying.
"What do you need them for?"
"Um... I...am trying to lose some weight." I finally decided to say. I had never wanted to lose weight, but...it was an excuse. And it was a way to divert her from the odor that I was giving off, for she was wrinkling her nose in distaste.
"Really? Then you need to change your diet as well." She began to rattle off a list of changes that were going to be made in our household so that I could lose weight as I slipped into my room unnoticed.
I tried some of the exercises out (meaning I only did each one basically once to get a feel for them) and was almost done with trying all of them when I realized that it was 9 and I hadn't taken a shower yet. I quickly grabbed some clean clothes and took a quick shower. I didn't bother blow drying my hair now that it was short. My sister did because her hair went to her waist (She'd been growing it for almost 3 years now. Or maybe more.) and wouldn't dry naturally unless you gave it 3 to 4 hours.
I got into bed and for the first time in ages, I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.