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Saturday, June 21, 2008

the gopher

6/21/2008 06:57:00 PM

*Turns to TV* *Picks up remote and presses Play*
*Opening song*

"So i heard you run pretty fast." Anthony said. "You bet he does! He doesn't look much, but he plays badminton and tennis quite well!" replied Lawrence before Marco had even lifted his head from his famous sleeping pose. More like INfamous, amirite?

"What're you asking this for?" Marco rubbed his right eye, his left eye half-closed. "It's the sports day next week. One of our runners injured his ankle." "Dargh shit... so I'm to be his substitute, right?" "Duh." Anthony lifted an eyebrow. Anthony was the captain of the Sunrise house. His lean muscles show his athletic identity.

"This event's lost if you want ME to participate." said Marco. "Doesn't matter, we can cover your loss with other events." laughed Anthony. "You've got a deal then." Marco shrugged. The Sunrise house triumphs over the other three houses,the Crimson house, the Azure house, and the Turquoise house, almost every year.

Marco eyed the list of other participants of the event. Hmm... I dunno... Maybe I could get something, I'd say. Gotta increase the time of my training now... How troublesome...

Suddenly, the image of her congratulating him, smiling, entered Marco's head. His eyes widened. A corner of his mouth turned upwards. The bell subsequently rang, and Marco quickly packed his things. " Why the rush?" Marco turned around. Tiffany smiled. "No... it's nothing. I've got some business to attend to." said Marco. He slung his bag around his shoulder. "Well, see you tomorrow..." "Okay." Marco pushed the door open. "Hey! Crimson house is gonna win this year!" said Tiffany playfully, with a smile. " I don't think so, not in my event." Marco grinned. "Bye."

Facing the tennis courts, Marco bent down to tie the 5kg weights on each of his ankles. He wrapped another two them around his wrists after that. Okay... 500 rounds for today, I'd say. Marco braced himself, and started running.

*Ending song*