I sluggishly dragged my feet through the front door, tossing my school and sports bag into the coat closet. I am so tired. Practice was everything short of brutal, and the fact that I had to walk home after all of that didn't help either.
Dad wasn't home, considering the lights were off and the eery silence around the house. Half walking, half dragging I made my way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My dietician says I drink too much water. I didn't even know that is a thing. What did they say about too much of a good thing again?
