Anna sighed, looking between the two outfits. One was a light orange FILA t-shirt and yellow shorts and the other was a purple FILA t-shirt and a black skirt. Both matched perfectly with her grey, white and pink racquet. She was going to start tennis lessons again. She chose the purple shirt and black skirt, before selecting some socks and her white tennis shoes.
Later, at lessons ~ It was just like she remembered. She strode onto the courts with her parents, saying hello to both instructors. One was a woman, the other a man. They were mother and son, Anna recalled.
"Alright, let's do some warm-ups. Two laps." The son called out. Anna fell in line with the other kids, running the two laps. Then they all fell into line again. This is exhausting. Anna thought. "High knees, there and back." He said. "Butt kicks, there and back." He shouted. "Karaoke, there and back." He called out. "Side lunges there and back." He said. "Forward lunges there and back." Anna was exhausted. "Soldiers there and back." He shouted once more. "Anything else?" He asked his mother. She nodded.
"Christmas tree." She said. He nodded, and opened his mouth to say it, but the kids were already doing it. Mentally Anna groaned. Could they possibly add anything more?!
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This is basically a writing of my tennis lessons, except for some things are a little far fetched. But the warm-ups are the same. :)
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Tennis is My Life
General FictionAnna takes tennis lessons at nearby tennis courts. She has taken tennis lessons there for two years, then she temporarily quit for about two years. When she joins back up, it's a lot different than what she remembered.
