2nd January 2014
Seeing as though Tom wasn't home yet, I decided to make myself breakfast and go to the gym for a couple of hours. I grabbed the strawberries, bananas, blueberries and cucumber from the fridge, sliced them up and chucked them in a bowl. A glass of orange juice on the side is always the best breakfast for me.
I finished off my breakfast and changed into my gym clothes. I didn't have the skinniest legs and they wobbled when I walked, so I decided to wear my joggers... shorts underneath... and sweat shirt. I put my black vest on underneath it, just in case I got a little sweaty. I walked to the gym seeing as though Tom still had the car... I wonder why he hasn't come home yet.
I arrived at the gym and headed for the treadmill. The easiest workout there is... all you have to do is run. I took my sweater off, folded up my joggers and started running. I was a bit anxious that people were staring at me but I kept on running. If they were looking at my ass, it was their fault... not mine. I can't help it if I have a very bouncy ass.
I must have been running for about twenty minutes before a strange guy came over to me and turned the speed up.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"Turning the speed up... you can go faster." he replied, pushing the button.
"Go away!" I told him, stopping the treadmill.
"If you want tighter thighs, you need to go faster."
"You need to go away... creep!" I walked away and he followed me.
"You hired an instructor... here I am!" he shouted.
"I didn't hire an instructor." I replied, confused.
"You're not Leah?"
"Oh... well, sorry about that little... incident." he said, walking away.
I frowned and picked up my sweat shirt. I walked back into the changing rooms, showered and changed into my skinny jeans and chequered shirt. I quickly dried my hair and left it a little damp. It turned curly after a while and when I got outside, my head was freezing. Lucky for me... it was raining and I had to walk home. I clung onto my coat and my bag as the wind hit me in the face. My cheeks were freezing and I couldn't feel my fingers. Where the hell is Tom?!
I ran down my path and quickly jammed the key into the door, rushing inside the warm, cosy house. I dropped my bag at the bottom of the stairs and slumped onto the couch in the living room. I switched on the TV and started watching How I Met Your Mother. I'm not usually the type of person that watches a lot of TV, but Tom wasn't home yet... so I decided to be lazy. I picked up the bowl of nuts and chomped on them. It didn't take me long to fall asleep and before I knew it, I was sprawled out across the couch with nuts all over me.
A knock at the door woke me up and I jumped off the couch. I hesitated to answer the door, just in case it was Tom. I had no idea what to say to him... 'where have you been?!' I can't start an argument I won't win. I answered the door and my sister walked straight past me.
"Hospital... now!!" she shouted.
I had no time to answer her, so I grabbed my bag, jumped in my shoes and headed for the hospital.