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Rachael's Year

... air. Sometimes her thoughts would turn to Ronnie, mainly to how huge he was; the image in her mind from her point of view on the floor after their collision. However, by Friday, she hardly thought about him at all; she’d probably never see him again. Occasionally, Rachael would daydream in class about a woman from the gym. They were both there during the evenings on weekdays. She thought her name was Valerie, but wasn’t 100% sure. She admired her. She stood a foot taller than Rachael and was very muscular, in her mid-30s with very long blonde hair. She usually wore a sports bra and small shorts that displayed her six pack abs and thick muscular thighs. She had huge breasts Rachael suspected were fake. Rachael wanted to be like Valerie. She would never be as tall as that Amazon, but perhaps one day she could have a body like hers. “Maybe one day I’ll look as good as her,” Rachael thought to herself as the final bell ran on Friday afternoon. Another weekend of doing nothing, hanging out with no one, lay before her. She figured she’d do her homework and watch movies that evening, as Friday was a day off at the gym. Rachael slept late the next morning. She made small talk with her mother as she sat at the kitchen table eating eggs. The phone rang. Her mom answered, immediately forgetting that she had been talking to, or at, Rachael. It was Rachael's brother calling to say hello. She ate her eggs, watching her mom laugh, exuding a bright, happy, aura as she spoke to her son. ...

... Rachael wondered if her older brother ever asked about her, or if anyone did. She pushed negative thoughts aside and finished her eggs. She grabbed her gym bag and headed out the door. Saturday was a long day. There was jogging around the mile track, followed by a full body workout indoors. She loved it as it gave her a reason to be out of the house and she truly felt better at the end of a long, exhausting exercise session. Rachael finished her run, making her way inside the facility, she saw Ronnie exiting. He saw her and she noticed the huge smile on his face. “Hi Rachael!” he beamed. She smiled back and nodded, giving a quiet “hi” in return. “I’m not going to run into you today, I promise!” “Oh, heh, yeah…” Rachael trailed off. Ronnie looked down at her and smiled. “You remember me right? The big clumsy guy?” “Yeah, I remember you from last weekend.” “Ok good! Didn’t want you to think some creepy guy was talking to you like he thought he knew you or something. I couldn’t forget you! You are the nice young lady I knocked down,” Ronnie explained. Rachael nodded and chuckled. “Anyway, I gotta run, I’m done here, but it was nice seeing you again.” “Mmhmm,” Rachael replied with a soft smile, nervously glancing up at Ronnie’s face. “See you later!” “Bye,” she said, turning to wave. “I can’t believe he remembered my name!” She thought to herself. She checked her phone, it was 2pm. So she figured next Saturday she would get an earlier start and may be able to chat a little longer with ...