Post by miguel Delgado on Dec 9, 2012 10:32:04 GMT -5
Miguel was in the gym, working out, it was quiet, late, just him and this punching bag. He punched the punching bag a few times, some kicks, some punches. It was all he did really, his training, all those fighting sports his father wanted him to do. Though he couldn’t get it out his head, all those private late night meetings his father had, why so late, why were these people visiting his father so late at night, wasn’t the day time well enough. He was all sweaty and tired, he’d been here an hour or so, right after school, right after swimming practice and now he was training again. Maybe he needed a better hobby or something else to do, but he never wanted to be home alone, he never wanted to bump into his father’s client’s home alone.
He took a glance at the clock hanging in the Gym, it was half past ten, and maybe it’s time he got home. Miguel removed his gloves as he whipped the sweat off his forehead as he tossed them on the side into his gym bag, he grabbed his Gym bag tossed it over his shoulder as he made his way towards the showers. He tossed his bag on the bench nearby as he dug in his bag and pulled out his towel and shower gel and he slowly took his clothes off and got into the shower, as he stood under the shower and felt the warm water fall over his body, washing the sweat off.
His shower was over and he stepped out of the shower, he dried off as he got himself dressed and tossed everything into his gym bag as he zipped it up and tossed it over his shoulder. He walked out the gym and was on his way home. Walk home, you’d think he’d go with the car, but sometimes walking and thinking was just what he needed. He also didn’t live to far from the gym so walking was no problem. He decided to take a detour though, walk through the park, enjoy the late night scenery. Though when he was walking, he didn’t feel alone, he felt like someone was there with him. But he wasn’t sure what to do, but as he looked around, he didn’t notice anyone, nothing. What was this presence he’s been feeling around him? Well he decided to continue to walk, but he kept his eye open.
He took a glance at the clock hanging in the Gym, it was half past ten, and maybe it’s time he got home. Miguel removed his gloves as he whipped the sweat off his forehead as he tossed them on the side into his gym bag, he grabbed his Gym bag tossed it over his shoulder as he made his way towards the showers. He tossed his bag on the bench nearby as he dug in his bag and pulled out his towel and shower gel and he slowly took his clothes off and got into the shower, as he stood under the shower and felt the warm water fall over his body, washing the sweat off.
His shower was over and he stepped out of the shower, he dried off as he got himself dressed and tossed everything into his gym bag as he zipped it up and tossed it over his shoulder. He walked out the gym and was on his way home. Walk home, you’d think he’d go with the car, but sometimes walking and thinking was just what he needed. He also didn’t live to far from the gym so walking was no problem. He decided to take a detour though, walk through the park, enjoy the late night scenery. Though when he was walking, he didn’t feel alone, he felt like someone was there with him. But he wasn’t sure what to do, but as he looked around, he didn’t notice anyone, nothing. What was this presence he’s been feeling around him? Well he decided to continue to walk, but he kept his eye open.
