Michael must have fallen asleep at some point because he awoke to a pristine light was burning itself against his raw eyes. He groaned as he rolled out of bed his muscles tense and knotted from last nights events. He straitened and ran a hair through his tousled hair. He walked his bare blistered feet padding against the course floor. It hurt to walk on the blisters, but Michael liked the pain. It was so clean and pure, like glass. Glass. He wouldn't mind shoving a price of glass into Roberts throat. Michael literally staggered against the wall as he realized what he had just said. What was happening to him. He shuffled over to the sink turning on the squeaking faucet. He splashed the cool water across his face. He glanced up into the mirror. His eyes were sunken and his skin had a distinct look of wax. Deep semicircles ringed his eyes making him spear to be some sort of walking skull. There was a small scratch that ran from his left ear down into the folds of his shirt. Michael pulled the fabric away from his neck in fascination. The scratch cut its way down onto his chest. He pulled his shirt off and stared into the mirror. His chest was covered in seven long chest. He turned wincing as he the scabs pulled and cracked little pools of blood forming on his chest, back, and shoulders. What was happening to him. He heard a knock on the door and then Ana's voice lofted into the room. "Michael we're starting." her voice was much softer than it usually was devoid of the harsh tone that usually accompanied her words. Had she heard him last night was this pity? He did not need her pity. It made him seem weak. Robert was taking him out from the inside. Making him seem weak. If Ana thought he was weak than she would think Robert was better. Michael slip the shirt over his head and pushed open the door causing it to swig back and forth in a spa ratio frenzied dance. Ana jumped back giving Michael a look of concern. I'm fine he growled and pushed past her. "Be up to the track in five. I have some big news." Her voice still had an edge of something that Michael didn't like. And he hated her for it.
Michael bolted upright his scream dying on his lips. The sheets of his bed were wrapped around his limbs contorting them into uncomfortable positions. His shirt was soaked through with sweat and his heart pounded as if he had just finished an especially grueling race. He rolled over his eyes roving around the room looking for some sing of Robert. Michael knew Robert had been in his room he was trying to kill him. He knew it, he knew it, he knew it. The sobs weren't accompanied by any tears, just dry horrible convulsions that wracked his body. The seemed to go on forever. Michael sat on his bed sheets still twining around his legs hunched over waiting for the sobs to stop. But they didn't stop not for a long time. And through the entire ordeal Michael had three word playing over and over in his head. Robert Adlerborrow. Robert Adlerborrow. Destroy.
The water shoved itself down Michael's throat. He couldn't stop it. He thrashed his arms and legs glaring in the freezing water. His eyes burned from the brown muddy water that scratched his clear green eyes. He tried to close them but the searing pain that the action caused stopped him. He pushed with his every being toward the surface, but still the murky water crashed down his throat. So raw. The feeling of water and mud made his throat so raw. Behind his nose stung. He was screaming and knew he was going to die soon, but the hand would not allow him to have even one spluttering breath. How had he not noticed the hand before? Roberts hand. Pushing him down, trying to crush him, prove it was better than he was, and the hand had one. Michael screamed one last final awful wail and then the world sucked in toward him in a dizzying whirlwind of water and dirt.
Through the rest of the summer Michael became more and more fixated on Robert. It had started with the fierce rivalry but was Turing into more. He would simmer as he heard Ana say things like, "Look at the way he moves effortless. Such natural grace. The lines are perfect. Perfection" This word became Michaels drive. He fostered a growing rage. But the strangest thing started to happen. As he nurtured his unhealthy obsession another thing sprouted out of his delusion. A twisted friendship. As much as he wanted to hate and avoid Robert he couldn't help but want his attention. They still would always be together. One day after a grueling practice they both went to the pool that stood on the rise that loomed over the house. Michael was in a particular satisfied mood that happened when he would beat Robert out in something important in their training. But the satisfaction was a sick and deadly. For as much as he felt good for beating Robert he felt an equal crushing claustrophobic feeling around his throat that his success was going to be taken away. Michael and Robert were swimming around in circles working out the kinks of their muscles. Leslie came over with Alyssa. Both the boys looked up. It was rarer that the girls would come to the pool at the same time as them. The girls stretched their long dark legs into the pool. They didn't bother to apply sunscreen as the two boys had, their chestnut colored skin was used to they rays of the sun that were a constant in their home country. They looked over at the boys well aware of the effect they were having on the two of them. "Well are you two strong boys just going to sit their gaping all day." chipped Alyssa. Leslie giggled. "You think we're strong" offered Robert always one with a quick sharp tongue that made Michael envy him all the more. "Oh not that strong... though I would bet that Michael could take you" Michael wasn't sure which of the twins had said that all he knew is now he felt that poisonous snake writhing in his ever fiber longing to beat Robert. "Come on boys give us a little show" Michael couldn't help it he lunged at Robert. The water crashed around them as they tumbled under. Michael fought and kicked trying to oppress Robert into submission. As they surfaced he heard Robert bark out a quick laugh before they submerged again. He's laughing at me he doesn't think I'm strong enough. Michaels blood roared with rage and he thrusted forwards it's even more vigor. And then he was under. Robert was on top of him, crushing him, trying to drown him. He had made this plan all along conspired with the girls. All to get Michael out of the picture. Michael thrash but could not find the surface. And then the pressure stopped and Michael shot up to the clean air above gasping for breath. "What was that for" he snarled at Robert. "Dude were just playing" Robert replied. Michael glanced over that the two girls giggling on the pool deck. Michael stormed away back to the room that he had taken as his own in the house. He had seen the way the Pitacway twins had looked at him. Robert had turned them against him. He was ruining everything in Michael life. He was evil.
Ana didn't lie. His days at her paradise quickly turned into a sort of torture. He had had tough coaches, but Ana was the toughest. He would spend hours racing and beating himself into the ground only to see her shake her head and turn away from him. He was not the only kid to suffer. There were ten when they got there. By the second week there were only five left. Alyssa and Leslie Pitacway twins from South Africa, Jeremy Schnilzewick from Germany, and finally Robert Adlerborrow. "Robert!" It was a shouted word that Michael had learned quickly. Robert was a mirror of Michael. In both appearance and in his running times. Never had Michael had someone who every practice he had had to compete with. He found out the first day that Ana loved nothing more than dangling a prize above two people and the. Seeing who wanted it more. In was a vicious animalistic ferocity that overtook Michael when he and Robert were on the track at the same time. The strangest thing was that this fierce rivalry seemed to draw them together off the track. Michael spent most of his time not training hanging by the poolside with Robert. It was comfortable to be with Robert but Michael always felt as though there was always some alternative motive that Robert had in mind when they were together. As the weeks dragged on Michael started to wonder weather coming to Switzerland was a mistake. But every time he thought about it he noticed Robert. There seemed to be some smug aspect about him that said, "go and quite I knew you didn't have it in you" and so Michael stayed.
Michael joined Ana in Switzerland that August. It had been raining when he left the airport and he had flown through the night in a star speckled sky painted with deep blue clouds that glittered as the planes headlights lit the small droplets of water concealed in the folds of their flowing layers. When Michael arrived in Switzerland it was night again. He wandered up to the man with the crisp white sign that read Austen. The man said in a crisp accent. Michael followed the man sleepily rubbing his swollen eyes. Who knew just sitting staring out a window could make one so tired. It could make you tired and put you to sleep. As soon as Michael stepped into the car and leaned his head against the passenger window he fell asleep. Michael awoke to see a golden light tickling his dark eyelashes. He cracked open his clear green eyes and gasped as he took in the world around him. There were on a winding dirt road cutting through hills of a pure green. Purple, and yellow flowers speckled the rising slopes swaying lazily in the wind. The same mountain breeze The vast expanse of green fielded hills, interrupted only by the rare line of crisscrossing wooden fence, or farm animals and houses with smoke twisting up in the air, rose up until the met majestic mountains, the tops of which were scattered with snow. Even from here, in the car on this lonely road, Michael could see small mountain brooks burbling down into the hills and countryside that were splayed out under the great wealth of the awesome mountain range. Michael rolled down the window and was met with pure crisp air that filled his lungs and tussled his unruly hair. The songs of birds floated over the breeze, passing through his mind with great melodies. As the car bumped around one last corner Michael saw the country château that just belong to Ana Lipinski. And there she was. Her hair in the ever present pony tail. He glanced passed her and saw what must be a track higher up on a plateau that over looked the house. Michael also noticed a pool that lay next to the track. What paradise, Michael thought. At that exact moment he heard Ana's clear voice cut through the with the slightest French accent. "Don't get too excited I'll make this place seem like hell soon enough."
By the end of the two weeks he was even more toned in his body, but the most drastic change was that of his mind. He had come to posed an understanding of things that he hadn't had before. And in this understanding he gained confidence. On the last day when the campers filed out to the red track Michael gazed in amazement at the paper that showed his time. The seconds he had shaved astounded him. He then noticed Ana walking up next to him. When she leaves he was left with a complete sense of wonder and an offer to a fully paid spot as one of her students
The camp was hard but unlike when Michael had stepped out onto the track that Thursday afternoon he was ready for it. The long hours spent in the gym and out running had paid out and he was equipped with hardened lean muscles ready to work at his will. Through the course of the two weeks Michael went through some of the hardest workouts he had ever had. And there was one person to blame for that. Ana Lipinski. She was a silver and gold metal track winner from the 1996 Olympics from Switzerland. She would sit there peacefully on the sideline her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail and yell. Michael wanted to hate her like he had so many other coaches but there was something about her, it might have been the fact that she was so accomplished or that she yelled without making it personal, but whatever it was Michael couldn't hate her.
When is it going to stop being winter? I am so sick of looking outside my window and seeing a white landscape meeting a grey sky. It's bad enough that we have all this snow right now, but it's even worse to think we might be getting more on Tuesday. This thought actually causes me physical pain. Not only is the snow and wind uncomfortable it is also inconvenient. Just imagine going to school in the spring or fall. You hop into the car, bus van, etc. and you take off. There is plenty of leg room and when you get to school you just hop out of the car into a nice temperatures. In winter is it this easy. NO! You have to slog through the slush to the car and then end up dragging all sorts of gross stuff into the car. As you sit in the car you slowly wait for the heat to warm up and then once it does your boiling. The snow that clung onto you as you walked into the car has melted and made puddles everywhere. There is no room to move and when the car stops there is shoving and pushing as people look for hats, gloves, mittens, and boots. Yes boots. This brings me to another part of winter that I despise. The need for other pairs of shoes. Big clunky shoes that are way to expensive. And the best part is these boots don't even keep out the snow if you are standing in snow that is more than three inches tall. And she we live it is never just three inches. Your boots drag around all sorts of slush and I'm constantly slowed down and slipping around with ice cold feet. In summer you can just run around without shoes!! As you can see I'm very fed up with winter and want nothing more than the snow to melt, but I'm a little scared of what will happen when it does. Already the house is leaking, but what's going to happen when 12 foot high snow banks turn into water. People I strongly suggest buying your boats now before they run out of the ones with the nice cheetah print pattern. All I can say is that I would really like some sun. We have missed way too much school I'm out of it and... I'M PASTY!!!💥💥💥💥💥insert world exploding people screaming and running into trees. The wold might not explode this winter, but it could definitely be covered in water this spring.
Would you believe me if I told you that fifty percent of the worlds population is not treated equally night fifth of America as other fifty percent? The answer is probably no but you will be surprised to find that this is not true. Your name is Alex. You work in an office with seventy people. There is another person named Alex who works the same job as you. You are equals. You are both 5'10" with light brown hair and blue eyes. You both work eight hours Monday through Friday and five hours on alternate Saturday's. You both get paid nine dollars an hour. Or do you? One month you and Alex count the money you've earned. Something is wrong Alex has one thousand five hundred and thirty dollars but you only have one thousand four hundred forty eight dollars and eighty cents. The reason for this amazing discrepancy is the fact that you are a women and Alex is a man. Across the United States of America there are instances happening like this everyday and everywhere. Women, a half of the world population, are being discriminated against and not treated equally. The problem of women's rights comes into play when in everyday life. What happens is people put certain descriptions and stereotypes in their heads when dealing with women and so the treat them differently than if the women were men. This happens everywhere. For instance an example would be giving a man the job as head construction worker because through history construction has become a masculine job. This type of gender profiling has sparked a movement called feminism. The definition of feminism according to Merriam Webster is: the belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities. Feminists want men and women want men and women to have equal opportunities in every aspect of life including, work, social, marital, and rights about how they are viewed. Even though some people might argue that women rights is an outdated issue that is a waste of time and argue that men and women are already equal with facts like women hold more jobs than men, women's rights require more attention and work because they do not have the same rights when it comes to marriage and women are treated with social inequality and are unequally paid compared to men.