DEREK
"Come on, more pushups!" Coach whistled out, ordering us.
The others were acting all lazy while I was carrying out the task with seriousness.
"Be more like Derek here! He's doing it perfectly!" Coach compared me to the others, getting them to the ground.
He thinks I'm doing this with passion, but I'm the only one who knows why I'm going like a machine.
It's all because of her, Mirabel.
After that night at the kitchen, I've not been myself. Her action left a spark of fear in me, leaving me scared of her rage.
Who knows what will happen when next I make that move again?
She might pull out a screwdriver or pocket knife and sink it into my chest.
"I hate you!" Her voice echoed in my head, distracting me.
I lost my focus, falling to the ground.
"Wow! What happened, Champ?" M
