Post by Anna on Sept 26, 2008 18:31:12 GMT -6
’Beep, beep, beep, beep’ was all I heard as I turned over, burying my face in the pillow. I pulled the blue metallic comforter over my head, and blindly reached my arm out from under my little shelter, slamming my hand everywhere, trying to shut my alarm off. After about three minutes, and I still couldn’t find the “sleep” button, I hastily kicked the bedding off of my body, groaning as I looked up, the sun glaring into my eyes. This was definitely not my morning.
I rolled out of my bed, not realizing I was at the edge, and fell flat onto the floor. I glared at what was seemingly nothing, before standing up, and pulling up my blue plaid pajama bottoms, along with my blue lace cami. Obviously, my day wasn’t going to go any easier than my night had…and that was saying something.
I stomped my way down the wooden staircase, still half-asleep. The sunlight burned my eyes, and I winced, trying to see clearly. My bare feet scuffled across the hardwood floor of the hallway, and into the kitchen. I blindly opened a cabinet and grabbed a white porcelain cereal bowl, along with the box of cheerios above it. I sat the bowl and cheerio box on the round wooden kitchen table, before walking over to the fridge and grabbing the quart of soy milk.
I sat down on the wooden chair, pouring my cheerios and milk into the bowl, and picked up the sspoon I’d grabbed on the way to my chair. Just as I took a second bite, the doorbell rang. I sighed, and rolled my eyes. He couldn’t be here. He said he’d never come back, that it wouldn’t work. There was no way…and Brooke had ended it. She’d never return around here, I knew that much. Once she had a grudge against someone, it stuck. There was no such thing as forgive and forget with that girl.[/color]
”Go away.”[/color]
I muttered it under my breath, and stood up, walking slowly to the door and rolling my eyes. I didn’t really feel like talking to anyone, or shooing away solicitors. All I felt like doing was laying around the house until I had to go to the arena. Today was my relax day, especially after what had happened last night.
I opened my door, trying to look cheery, and the smile immediately left my face. It was my brother, coming to try to give me a pep-talk. He had no clue what I’d been through the night before, so he thought it was just a routine visit since Brooke had left. I grimaced, knowing he’d grill me for still being in my pajamas the day of Animosity at noon time.[/color]
”Oh god, John…just leave now. I really don’t feel like one of your Mr. Peppy talks today. I had a pretty rough night. You seriously have no clue what I feel like.”[/color]
He gave me his 'you can't be serious' look, and walked in, slightly shoving me out of his way. He shut the door, and looked down at me, shaking his head. His eyes moved up and down my body once, and he shook his head once more in disapproval. I groaned.
I shuffled back into the kitchen, John's sneakers making a light tapping sound on the white linoleum tile. He sat down across from me, leaning forward on the table and folding his hands. I picked up my sssspoon in my now soggy cheerios, pretending he wasn't there, and kept eating my breakfast, not uttering a word.
I glanced up at him for a moment, and I could tell he was going to pipe up about something. I scowled, and chased the few stubborn cheerios still in my bowl around the rim. He cleared his throat in an authoritative manor. I sighed.[/color]
"Anissa Gonzalez!..."[/color]
"Don't even start that shit John, I'm not in the mood. I had a very bad night last night. Ethan and I ate shit. It's over. He left around four this morning...after a huge fight. I really don't feel like hearing you chew me out for moping around."[/color]
"I wasn't coming to talk to you about 'moping around', I was coming to talk to you about how you're letting yourself turn into a jobber in-ring. Have you watched any of your matches lately, sis!? They're horrible! You're slipping, Anna. That's why I'm here. I don't want you to fail like this."[/color]
I gritted my teeth, and huffed angrily. He was going to chew me out about that. Wonderful. As if I didn't need more pressure, now he has to come along and get on my case. My life never got any easier.
I stood up, once again acting like he was invisible, and took my bowl to the sink, rinsing it out. I opened the white wooden blinds to the kitchen window, and looked outside. It was very sunny...perfect day for me to actually make an attempt at doing some conditioning...not to mention shut him up in the process.
I walked back up the stairs, knowing he was behind me, and went into my room, shutting my door. He knocked.[/color]
"I'm naked, stay out."[/color]
"What are you doing?"[/color]
"Getting dressed and then going jogging...you're welcome to tag along."[/color]
I stripped my pajamas off, and stepped into a pair of black jogging shorts, and then slipped a light pink sports bra over my head, adjusting it, before slipping on my shoes and sneakers. My hand grabbed blindly for a hairtie, and then wrapped my hair up into a messy ponytail.
My hand twisted the silver doorknob, and I pushed the door out of my way, accidentally slamming it into John. He glared at me.[/color]
"Sorry...anyway, what's your problem about my career?"[/color]
”It seems like you’re giving up. Ever since you’ve returned, you haven’t done anything but lose. It looks like you’re losing your want to wrestle. Like you’re losing your competitiveness. It’s like you’ve hit a brick wall head-on and you have no desire to get up from the knock-out. I’m sick of it.”[/color]
My expression went from one of indifference to one of distaste. I clenched my jaw, obviously upset with him, and glared. I definitely wasn’t letting him get away with that comment. It was crossing the line in far too many ways to let him live that comment down with no fuss to follow.[/color]
”You’re getting sick of it!? YOU ARE!? Excuse me, but last time I checked, this was MY life, not yours. Sure, I’m your baby sister, but you have no right to just rip into me like that, crossing the line and invading my personal business.”[/color]
I stomped off towards the front door, grabbing my keys and tucking them into my pocket. He followed me quickly, and then grabbed my upper arm firmly, spinning me around. I scowled at him again, just wanting to leave. He’d want to talk it over, and I really didn’t want to. But I never win when it comes to fighting with John.
I gave up with grace, walking into the living room and sitting on the black leather sofa as he did. I turned to him after taking my shoes off, and sat down, crossing my legs.[/color]
”Let’s get this over with.”[/color]
”Anna, you’ve lost to Kelly Morgan and Brittany Hunter. That’s not a good record at all, and this week you’re facing Faith. Do you realize you’re making yourself look bad? Do you realize you’re tainting your name with a bad win/loss record? Do you even care about this anymore!?”[/color]
I nodded at him, saying yes without actually speaking. He leaned forward, and lightly pushed my chin up to look at him. I gave him a small half smile, and he chuckled. I sighed.[/color]
”John, I am trying. I don’t mean to lose, you know that…but listen, I’ve had a rough few weeks…not to mention I’m still recovering from the divorce and the miscarriage. You have to cut me some slack…”[/color]
”What happened this time?”[/color]
I grimaced, and then leaned back, knowing I wouldn’t be able to get out of telling him. That was the only bad thing about my brother. He had to know everything if I wanted his help. That was what I got for having him as my mentor, I guessed.[/color]
”Remember Ethan, the guy I was dating that I told you about? We broke up last night…pretty bad fight. Words were exchanged, I started crying, we fought and argued some more, and then he up and left.”[/color]
”Sis…don’t let that get to you. Focus all the anger on your match. Leave no regrets about him behind. You have the capability of beating Faith, especially because she’s also emotionally shaken up. She’s oh so confused with her out-of-ring life that she won’t be able to function in-ring.”[/color]
”I know that…I plan on taking out all my issues on her. I know she won’t be a challenge with all the running around she’s been doing with her outside life. She won’t be able to focus on the match, I have nothing to worry about. Not to mention I have experience that tops her by tons. It’s not a concern.”[/color]
I smirked at him, and he patted my knee. His pep talk worked, I was ready. I could tell he was going to leave in a second, so I stood up, and slipped my shoes back on. He got up and gave me a giant hug, picking me up in the air for a second. I giggled, and he sat me back onto the ground.[/color]
”Well, I have to go…Summer needs me. I’ll see ya later, chica.”[/color]
”Okay.”[/color]
He walked out of the door, holding it open for me. I walked with him to his car, before jogging down the sidewalk as he pulled away from my house.[/color]
I rolled out of my bed, not realizing I was at the edge, and fell flat onto the floor. I glared at what was seemingly nothing, before standing up, and pulling up my blue plaid pajama bottoms, along with my blue lace cami. Obviously, my day wasn’t going to go any easier than my night had…and that was saying something.
I stomped my way down the wooden staircase, still half-asleep. The sunlight burned my eyes, and I winced, trying to see clearly. My bare feet scuffled across the hardwood floor of the hallway, and into the kitchen. I blindly opened a cabinet and grabbed a white porcelain cereal bowl, along with the box of cheerios above it. I sat the bowl and cheerio box on the round wooden kitchen table, before walking over to the fridge and grabbing the quart of soy milk.
I sat down on the wooden chair, pouring my cheerios and milk into the bowl, and picked up the sspoon I’d grabbed on the way to my chair. Just as I took a second bite, the doorbell rang. I sighed, and rolled my eyes. He couldn’t be here. He said he’d never come back, that it wouldn’t work. There was no way…and Brooke had ended it. She’d never return around here, I knew that much. Once she had a grudge against someone, it stuck. There was no such thing as forgive and forget with that girl.[/color]
”Go away.”[/color]
I muttered it under my breath, and stood up, walking slowly to the door and rolling my eyes. I didn’t really feel like talking to anyone, or shooing away solicitors. All I felt like doing was laying around the house until I had to go to the arena. Today was my relax day, especially after what had happened last night.
I opened my door, trying to look cheery, and the smile immediately left my face. It was my brother, coming to try to give me a pep-talk. He had no clue what I’d been through the night before, so he thought it was just a routine visit since Brooke had left. I grimaced, knowing he’d grill me for still being in my pajamas the day of Animosity at noon time.[/color]
”Oh god, John…just leave now. I really don’t feel like one of your Mr. Peppy talks today. I had a pretty rough night. You seriously have no clue what I feel like.”[/color]
He gave me his 'you can't be serious' look, and walked in, slightly shoving me out of his way. He shut the door, and looked down at me, shaking his head. His eyes moved up and down my body once, and he shook his head once more in disapproval. I groaned.
I shuffled back into the kitchen, John's sneakers making a light tapping sound on the white linoleum tile. He sat down across from me, leaning forward on the table and folding his hands. I picked up my sssspoon in my now soggy cheerios, pretending he wasn't there, and kept eating my breakfast, not uttering a word.
I glanced up at him for a moment, and I could tell he was going to pipe up about something. I scowled, and chased the few stubborn cheerios still in my bowl around the rim. He cleared his throat in an authoritative manor. I sighed.[/color]
"Anissa Gonzalez!..."[/color]
"Don't even start that shit John, I'm not in the mood. I had a very bad night last night. Ethan and I ate shit. It's over. He left around four this morning...after a huge fight. I really don't feel like hearing you chew me out for moping around."[/color]
"I wasn't coming to talk to you about 'moping around', I was coming to talk to you about how you're letting yourself turn into a jobber in-ring. Have you watched any of your matches lately, sis!? They're horrible! You're slipping, Anna. That's why I'm here. I don't want you to fail like this."[/color]
I gritted my teeth, and huffed angrily. He was going to chew me out about that. Wonderful. As if I didn't need more pressure, now he has to come along and get on my case. My life never got any easier.
I stood up, once again acting like he was invisible, and took my bowl to the sink, rinsing it out. I opened the white wooden blinds to the kitchen window, and looked outside. It was very sunny...perfect day for me to actually make an attempt at doing some conditioning...not to mention shut him up in the process.
I walked back up the stairs, knowing he was behind me, and went into my room, shutting my door. He knocked.[/color]
"I'm naked, stay out."[/color]
"What are you doing?"[/color]
"Getting dressed and then going jogging...you're welcome to tag along."[/color]
I stripped my pajamas off, and stepped into a pair of black jogging shorts, and then slipped a light pink sports bra over my head, adjusting it, before slipping on my shoes and sneakers. My hand grabbed blindly for a hairtie, and then wrapped my hair up into a messy ponytail.
My hand twisted the silver doorknob, and I pushed the door out of my way, accidentally slamming it into John. He glared at me.[/color]
"Sorry...anyway, what's your problem about my career?"[/color]
”It seems like you’re giving up. Ever since you’ve returned, you haven’t done anything but lose. It looks like you’re losing your want to wrestle. Like you’re losing your competitiveness. It’s like you’ve hit a brick wall head-on and you have no desire to get up from the knock-out. I’m sick of it.”[/color]
My expression went from one of indifference to one of distaste. I clenched my jaw, obviously upset with him, and glared. I definitely wasn’t letting him get away with that comment. It was crossing the line in far too many ways to let him live that comment down with no fuss to follow.[/color]
”You’re getting sick of it!? YOU ARE!? Excuse me, but last time I checked, this was MY life, not yours. Sure, I’m your baby sister, but you have no right to just rip into me like that, crossing the line and invading my personal business.”[/color]
I stomped off towards the front door, grabbing my keys and tucking them into my pocket. He followed me quickly, and then grabbed my upper arm firmly, spinning me around. I scowled at him again, just wanting to leave. He’d want to talk it over, and I really didn’t want to. But I never win when it comes to fighting with John.
I gave up with grace, walking into the living room and sitting on the black leather sofa as he did. I turned to him after taking my shoes off, and sat down, crossing my legs.[/color]
”Let’s get this over with.”[/color]
”Anna, you’ve lost to Kelly Morgan and Brittany Hunter. That’s not a good record at all, and this week you’re facing Faith. Do you realize you’re making yourself look bad? Do you realize you’re tainting your name with a bad win/loss record? Do you even care about this anymore!?”[/color]
I nodded at him, saying yes without actually speaking. He leaned forward, and lightly pushed my chin up to look at him. I gave him a small half smile, and he chuckled. I sighed.[/color]
”John, I am trying. I don’t mean to lose, you know that…but listen, I’ve had a rough few weeks…not to mention I’m still recovering from the divorce and the miscarriage. You have to cut me some slack…”[/color]
”What happened this time?”[/color]
I grimaced, and then leaned back, knowing I wouldn’t be able to get out of telling him. That was the only bad thing about my brother. He had to know everything if I wanted his help. That was what I got for having him as my mentor, I guessed.[/color]
”Remember Ethan, the guy I was dating that I told you about? We broke up last night…pretty bad fight. Words were exchanged, I started crying, we fought and argued some more, and then he up and left.”[/color]
”Sis…don’t let that get to you. Focus all the anger on your match. Leave no regrets about him behind. You have the capability of beating Faith, especially because she’s also emotionally shaken up. She’s oh so confused with her out-of-ring life that she won’t be able to function in-ring.”[/color]
”I know that…I plan on taking out all my issues on her. I know she won’t be a challenge with all the running around she’s been doing with her outside life. She won’t be able to focus on the match, I have nothing to worry about. Not to mention I have experience that tops her by tons. It’s not a concern.”[/color]
I smirked at him, and he patted my knee. His pep talk worked, I was ready. I could tell he was going to leave in a second, so I stood up, and slipped my shoes back on. He got up and gave me a giant hug, picking me up in the air for a second. I giggled, and he sat me back onto the ground.[/color]
”Well, I have to go…Summer needs me. I’ll see ya later, chica.”[/color]
”Okay.”[/color]
He walked out of the door, holding it open for me. I walked with him to his car, before jogging down the sidewalk as he pulled away from my house.[/color]
