Eve Madeline Steele
20 Years Old
Her breath was difficult to gain. She took a ragged breath but even that did not seem to satisfy her need of oxygen. However, she kept on moving. Her right fist struck first followed by her left. She repeated these moves as she jabbed out at the bag that hung down from the ceiling. She could feel her muscles grow tired as she struck out again at the inanimate object. In the back of her mind she could hear her parents thanking the heavens that she wasn’t out on the street picking a fight. However, it was still too early in the day to get involved with such a fight. She had things to do, people to see, and she couldn’t bother with the problems that would happen if she got involved in a fight at this time of day.
Catching the swinging object, she stopped it from moving as she rested from the activity. Lifting her hand she pulled at rubber band that kept her hair out of her face. Crossing the space, she headed towards the locker room as her eyes glanced up at the clock – whose hands were just not reading twelve. It was already half way through the day and already her energy was drained. But for a moment she felt relief from anger and frustration.
When Eve exited the locker room, she appeared to be out of her element. It’s what had caused her problems the first time she had entered the place looking for somewhere to work out. She looked too frail and sweet to be in a place like this. They had suggested that she go find a park to jog in if she was that determined to exercise. Reaching into her purse that swung at her side, she pulled out her phone as she stepped out onto the sidewalk. Looking up from her phone she glanced to her left to her right and then her right. Turning to her left she began to walk down the street as she agreed to meet her friend for a cup of coffee.