Joined: 17 May 2009
Joined: 17 May 2009
Intro and meeting-Ch. 1
Jogging…it helps one's cholesterol be lowered; blood pressure stays in control, your pulse stay constant, and lowers your stress levels. But today no matter how much I jog, or even exercise, nothing can lower my stress or keep my pulse constant, because today was my first day of Internship. Many may ask…SO? What's the big deal? Well, it may not be to many people, but the hospital where I'll be working, is my own father effort; yes, my father's hospital-Harbor View Medical Center. But still I jog out here in the open air, trying to calm myself down so I don't ruin it for me, or others. This is me Jenny Damon!
"Ugh, stupid shoes…", I said as I gave my untied shoes an atrocious look. I looked around for the closest place to sit. Finally I sat down to tie my shoes...suddenly something hard intensely hits my back. I turn around to look at it, and my face gives off this bulky looking emotion.
I looked to see what the object was, and found it to be a basketball…Hmm…Something I'd expect from a basketball court, where I'd sat down. I picked the basketball up…and juggled it around from one hand to the other, while looking up at a muscular figure. As I juggled, I walked closer and closer each time. Halfway there, when I hear a heavy, broad "Wanna help out, and pass the ball, please", he said in a unruffled voice, something which I was totally opposite off at this very moment. "Wanna, help and excuse yourself?" , I said with a tiny smirk revealing on my face.
"Rawr, someone seems to be in a little foul mood…Isn't it?", he said with his almond green-blue eyes, looking straight into mine. "I'm sorry, but I think one Eyore in Pooh, was enough. We really don't need another one running around", he said with a grin on his face.
I looked at the basketball, and then rushed into my mind this perfect comeback. "We already have enough Michael Jordan wanna-bees…we don't more", I said with little claps going on in my mind.
I passed the ball back to him, wanting to get away from this no sense talk. I turned around with all my force, which most likely caused my hair to brush his face, which swung back right up to my face.
"Do I hear a challenge?", he asked in a confusing tone.
"Why in the world, would I challenge you? ", I thought to myself as I turned to look at him in a confusing awe.
"Come on, you and me…Right here. Right now. We'll see who's the wanna-bee ", he challenged me.
Of course I said yes…I wasn't going to let some stranger beat me, in the sport I master at.
"Alright, let's go", I was up for it.
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