Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

I sign off, sad to be so far away from my friends when I need
them the most.
I am lying in my bed, almost ready to drift into blissful sleep
when I remember Coach Lenny’s exercises. He’ll kill me if I don’t do
them. Jumping out of bed, I dig the note card out of my backpack
and start counting sit-ups.
“One, two, three . . .”
Who knew it could take an hour to do one hundred sit-ups, sixty
push-ups, and two hundred jumping jacks. By the time I collapse
back in bed I’m exhausted. I fall asleep the second my head hits the
pillow.
When my alarm goes off I feel like I’ve slept all of five minutes.
It’s going to be a rough day.
“You look like Hades,” Troy says as he sets his lunch tray next to
mine.
Through some great miracle of adrenaline or alpha waves, I am
still awake despite a pop quiz in Algebra and a documentary on the
Ancient Egyptian practice of mummification. But it’s a near thing.
“Thanks,” I mumble, struggling to keep my head from dropping
onto my plate of hummus-smothered meat loaf. And I thought
there was no way to make meat loaf worse.
Food is the last thing on my mind, though. We are doing pendulums
in Physics today and I just know the swinging and circling
is going to trigger my motion sickness. I’m trying not to consume
anything I don’t want to see again.
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