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        I woke up the next morning to the sound of my phone ringing. I picked it up and answered, without checking the caller ID, “Hello?” I asked, groggily.

        “Zoe, good you’re awake. It’s Derek,” he sounded fully awake, despite the fact that it was seven in the morning.

        “Yeah, well now…” I muttered under my breath.

        “I just wanted to let you know that the car will be at your apartment to pick you up in twenty-five minutes, so be ready. And wear comfortable clothing. Your training starts today.”

        My eyes widened. I wasn’t ready to start training at seven in the morning, “W-what? I thought we were starting later?”

        “Change of plans, we’re starting now,” he began as his voice became more firm, “Is that okay?”

        I cleared my throat, “Uh, yes of course. I should be ready in time.”

        His tone changed from a strict parent into a business man who just got what he wanted; which he was, “Great, I’ll see you then, Zoe.”

“See you soon,” I whispered as I hung up the phone.

        I pulled myself out of bed as quickly as I could, the warmth radiating from my covers pulling me back, but I knew if I laid back down I wouldn’t get back up. As soon as my bare feet touched the cold hardwood floors, I shivered. Winter in New York was not something I enjoyed. I stretched my arms out above my head, arched my back, and sighed. Today was going to be a long day.

        I walked out of my bedroom and into the connected bathroom. As I looked in the mirror, I yawned, and looked at the mess I called hair. My black hair fell right above my shoulders in messy loose waves. I quickly rummaged around my messy countertop, looking for a hair tie, and tied my hair up into the best ponytail I could manage with short hair. I then grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste, and scrubbed the morning breath away from my mouth. I then threw some cold water on my face, trying to wake myself up. Picking up my towel, I dried off my face and looked in the mirror. My slightly tanned skin showed just how tired I felt, especially the dark bags that hid under my eyes.

        I finished up in the bathroom and made my way back into my bedroom. I walked into my closet and picked out workout clothes I had bought quite some time ago; I would finally be able to put them to good use. I slipped out of my pajamas and threw on a pair of workout leggings and a baggy t-shirt from the university I attended; NYU. If you had asked me back then what I thought I would be doing, I would most certainly not answer with this.

        As I was finishing tying my shoelaces, I heard my phone ding. I stood up and walked over to my nightstand, picking up my phone. I had new message from Derek: the car is outside. -DH

               I quickly ran out of my bedroom and into my kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and slipping on my jacket, not wanting to be late. I grabbed my house keys of the table by the door and opened the door. I stepped out and shut it behind me, making sure to lock it. I walked over to the elevator on my apartment’s floor, hit the down button and waited. I heard the familiar ding and watched as the doors opened. I stepped in and hit the button for the main level. As I rode the elevator down from the fifth level to the lobby, I thought about what kind of training we would be doing. I started to get nervous, and began to bite the skin around my nails. I heard the elevator ding again, the doors opened and I stepped out.

        As I made my way into the main lobby area, I walked out through the doors and saw a black company car waiting outside, which I assumed, was for me. My assumptions were proved correct as I watched the rear passenger window roll down and watched as Derek’s head came into view, his signature smirk, apparent on his face, “Ready?”

        Good question…

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