Anastasia's POV
Anita had just counted to twenty, when I collapsed on the floor. I was totally fagged out. I felt like rolling on the floor.Yet she still had the guts to tell us to keep pushing harder.
It was there and then I decided that i wasn't going to die yet, because of money.
I could literally feel my heart palpitating seriously against my chest, and I was breathing with my mouth wide open. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I wondered how the other ladies managed to continue.
She counted up to 36 when she noticed that some of us had dropped on the way.
I heard footsteps approach, but I still shut my eyes.
"Why are you sleeping?" She asked me.
Really? Sleep? Did I look like someone that was enjoying doing this?
" I'm not sleeping." I managed to grind out.
" Then pick up." She said, as she told the rest of us to stay somewhere for the mean time.
We lined up again, and she tried to get us to move forward, yet we weren't able to.
" Move forward." she instructed. Myself and Carla refused. It wasn't because we didn't want to, we just couldn't.
"I can't." I said, and she smiled.
"You can, you only need to move one step at a time." She said, and I tried to replicate what she said.
I found that I was doing the push ups the wrong way.
" Yes, that's it." She commended, and I smiled.
Carla was sitting on the floor, by herself.
" You can join in" she told Carla.
Carla pushed herself forward. One push up after the other, and at the end of the day, we were beginning to catch up.
" Can we start all over?" She asked, and many groaned.
" That's it. Let's get into position." She instructed, neglecting all the whining. Such a professional trainer. There was no malice in her voice.
I could see that she wanted us to try our bests and not give up.
" Five, six, seven, eight." She said, and she started counting again.
I was not feeling too tired anymore, when I was doing the exercise. I was totally out of the present by my fantasies.
If my father's debt got paid up. I would be able to live the kind of life I wanted. They would also be able to get to do other things, without looking over their shoulder.
I didn't like the way my father has been moody. I just hoped this confidential stuff didn't leak to the media.
I discovered that push up was more than toning the muscles. It also entailed training the mind to be focused on new things.
" Great, Anna." Anita's voice brought me back to the present.
I looked around to see that everyone has stopped working out, and I was at number 62.
How did time fly so fast? I wondered.
" Thanks for your encouragement." I replied, extremely grateful. At least I had learnt a lot today.
" You're welcome." She said, and the rest ladies stared at me.
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" How were you able to do that?" Carla asked me immediately we finished the workout. We exited the sports arena, and marching upstairs to get our outfit ready for dinner.
" I don't ever know." I replied honestly.
" Don't try to be modest." She said, and I shook my head.
I collapsed on the bed immediately I entered the room.
Getting to that today, solidified my believe in resilience. If only I could try harder, I would achieve whatever i desired.
It wasn't easy at all. I was still a bit weak, when I was texted to come for dinner.
I marched downstairs, with the last energy in me. Why was my room upstairs, anyway?
" Hey!" Carla waved, gestured for me to sit beside her. She wanted us to be friends.
I thought we were here to get our money.
" Hi." I replied as I plopped on one of the chairs.
" You were great today." She praised. Is that a hint of jealousy, I heard her whisper?
" I didn't do anything special, Carla." I replied.
We were waiting for the chef to bring the food in.
" Keep saying that. I know you have a lot in your arsenal, but you're shy to unleash them."
" I...."
" Food is ready." The chef announced.
" Bon appetit." He called out when the food was getting served.
" Thank you." We chorused. I did not want to be involved in any drama.
" What's your name?" A woman inquired.
" What's up?" I replied calmly.
" You had an unfair advantage over us." She said, and I didn't bother to explain anything to them.
" Thank you." I replied, and she looked mortified.
" May we enjoy this meal?" I asked, and she looked away.
" You must be a witch." She muttered, and Carla snickered.
They baffled me, when they were going ahead, they never thought about them having an unfair advantage. I wasn't here for anybody. I was only here for myself. I was here to get the prize.
" This tastes nice." Carla commented licking her lips.
" Stop that." I chided her, and she grinned. She looked like a child in a candy store.
I wonder what caused her excitement.
" Please prepare to be blown away tomorrow." The chef spoke over the intercom.
If he cooked so deliciously today, I wonder how tomorrow's will taste.
" What's wrong?" Carla asked, and I shook my head.
" You don't look fine." She said, and she was right, I wasn't fine. I stopped myself from feeling so excited because my parents were in gloom, and I was here happy.
" I miss my parents." I replied.
" Oh, they'll be fine. It's just a week." She tried to console me. The other women stared at me across the table wondering what we were whispering about.
" Yeah, thanks." I understood what was at stake.
" You're welcome. So as I was saying before..." She chatted my ear off while I continued saying hmm, hmm. I was totally off that space.