The sound of the wheels rumbled inside the machine as fabricated belt squealed under my feet was drown out by the trills of piano notes and hum of violins. It's so easy to loose yourself to the sound of classical music, it just sounded so out of this world, like some sort of fantasy where you have all of your best dreams come true. The sights around me weren't nearly thrilling enough to keep me attentive. The treadmill was pointed so I was looking out the window, watching my elderly neighbor tend to her garden while an occasional car rolled down the quiet street. Speaking of cars, there was a mail truck stopping at the mail box. Wasn't father waiting on a package? I should probably go check the mail before someone steals it. I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my gym shorts, never slowing my pace. Let's see if I've been running long enough to take a break. It's 2:47. Wait 2:47! My feet stumbled under me and I was thrown backwards off the tredmill. I sat up, rubbing the back of my head. I had started running at 12:00 on the dot, I promised I'd play with the girls at one. Not to mention I forgot to make them lunch. Oh, my sisters are going to kill me. I stood up and nearly fell down again, my legs not only aching but also feeling like they were made from jello. My head panged with dehydration that was accompanied by the curdling, uneasy, nausea welling up within me. What else do you expect when you've been running for three hours. I need to stop zoning out and then over excersizing, it was horrible for my health. Perhaps I would stop zoning out if my life wasn't so rutin. I needed some change. Every day was the same, wake up, take care of your sisters, run, lift weights, practice sports, take care of sisters, play with sisters, clean the house, take care of sisters, apologize to your friends for not responding to their text from that day, get your sisters ready for bed, go to bed, repeat. Occasionally I'd get the chance to go shopping because father was too busy to bother. I opened the front door and basked in the bright sunlight, embracing the cool autumn breeze. It was a beautiful day, I'd have to encourage the girls to go outside. Well after I make them a small meal to carry them over to dinner. I stepped lightly over driveway to the mailbox, to retrieve what ever had been left. "Hello Kevin." My elderly neighbor called. "Good afternoon Mrs. Faelon." I replied with a smile. "Would you mind giving me a hand? I need some heavy lifting done." She called to me again. I glanced at the house where my sisters were probably waiting for me. I took a breath and smile again. "Of course, I'd love to help." With that I ran across the road to her house. "Thank you young sir. My husband bought me some new top soil but I can't lift it out of the car to the garden. If it's not too much to ask, could you bring them over?" She requested. "I already told you, I'm happy to help." I grinned. She turned and opened the back of her car to show eight, forty pound bags of top soil. I decided the most careful but officiant way to accomplish the task was by carrying two at a time. Technically I should be able to lift roughly three hundred pounds since I weigh about hundred and fifty pounds give or take ten. It didn't take too long but having just finished running for three hours, I felt like I was going to collapse when I was done. "Thank you for giving me a hand Kevin, you turned out to be a good boy even if you have been raising yourself. I hope your sisters turn out like you." Mrs. Faelon said with a smile. "Thank you m'am." I replied with an embarrassed blush, she complements me far too often. "You just wait here, I'll go get you some money for your troubles." She said turning to walk away. "No need madam, it was my pleasure to help." I told her with a slight bow of respect. "Besides watching your garden flourish and blossom with beauty is payment enough." "Why thank you young man, you have become such a gentleman." She gushed. I thanked her again then bid her farewell, returning to my side of the street to retrieve the mail. There was no package. I hummed to myself as I leafed through the papers. Bills, advertisments, and huh, what do you know, a letter for me. I entered my house again, kicking the door closed behind me and walking to the kitchen, where I then threw the mail on the island. I opened the envelope and unfolded the sheet of paper. My eyes immediately went to the signature at the bottom of the page. It looked so official, what could this letter possibly be?
Dear Future Student,
We are glad to inform you that you are one of the chosen eight to come and attend Gemstone Academy Of The Arts!
Please pack the belongings you would like to bring with you. A ride shall be provided to get you to campus on time before the Assembly, which starts at 9:40 AM Sharp! The ride will arrive at the front of your home at 7:30. If you get there before the assembly time you are welcome to explore the campus. Much more will Be explained to you at the assembly. I hope to see you there!
~ Head Mistress Queen
Gemstone Academy? But why? I'm good at sports and I participate in a lot of them but I'm I really worth it? I only started with basketball and baseball, then the track coach started pestering me about participating in track, then crosscounty, then hurtles, then high jump. Then the swimming coach started scouting me. Some how I ended up the sports MVP of the school. I'm still not really sure when or how it happened. People just asked and I wanted to make them happy. The school will probably be happy I got in, they won't be happy about loosing me on the teams though. And what about my sisters? They need me to watch over them when father isn't around. But this is the chance of a life time. Only eight people are chosen from millions of students. Father will probably tell me to go, so will my friends, they wouldn't want me to waste this chance. I have to go. I just need to find a way to tell my father.