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I tried my best to make the walk from my bedroom to the living room the longest, but I couldn't. Mom was sitting on the couch, working on her laptop. Soon, she looked up from the bright screen and beamed at me.
What was she so happy about? I was just going to a place with a stupid name that'd be crowded with sweaty people.
I shook my head slightly.
"I'm so happy," she grinned.
I blinked a few times. "Me too."
Mom held me by my shoulders and smiled at me. I smiled back, not knowing what else to do.
"I'm proud of you, Lizzie."
Before she could get more emotional, our doorbell rang.
"I think it's Olive," I murmured.
I walked past mom and headed for our main door. When I opened the door, I smiled at Olive. She had her arms folded across her chest with no expression on her face.
She was wearing a yellow tank top with white shorts and her wavy hair was resting on her shoulders.
"Hey," I greeted.
Mom's footsteps became louder as she edged towards the door and I tightened my grip on the doorknob.
Mom came up and stood beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"Let's go," I whispered.
"Bye, Liz. Don't forget to sweat it out!" she laughed.
I rolled my eyes.
Closing the door behind me, I took a deep breath.
"I think milking the cows was a better option," Olive sighed.
I didn't feel like replying her. For a minute, I tried to convince myself that I could live without my pocket money. I didn't like a thing about exercising and somewhere, on the inside, I had a feeling that unexpected things would happen.
I glanced at Olive as we walked together. She had confidence in herself, but I didn't. She could talk to anyone freely, but I couldn't. I don't understand why everyone wants to please the world so bad. Most of the times, people change themselves because they want to impress others. Nobody thinks about standing out; everyone just wants to fit in.
I had made plans for myself already. I had thought that I'd wake up late, probably at noon, but here I was, going to a fitness camp.
"How about we go to McDonald's?" I asked.
Olive raised her eyebrows at me. "It's seven, seven in the morning. Do you ever stop thinking about food?"
"Oh, shut up."
She was right; I always thought about food. And why not? I was addicted to eating junk food. It tastes so great that you can never help yourself.
After about ten more minutes, we reached our destination. It was a huge park, located in the middle of the city.
Walking forward, we found something weird. Outside the park, there was a huge board with a picture of a fit guy eating a carrot. Fitness for Dummies was written in red bold letters.
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Fitness for Dummies ✓Short Story
❝To all the girls that think they're ugly because they're not a size zero--you're the beautiful one. It's society who's ugly.❞ Lizzie Roberts is an overweight teenage girl. Her life is all about eating junk food, watching TV, surfing the internet an...