Amelia
The jumping jacks went manageable, though by the fifteenth repetition my breathing was labored and my movements became less coordinated. The squats proved more challenging than expected, by the halfway point my thigh muscles were burning, and maintaining proper posture became increasingly difficult as fatigue set in.
But it was the push-ups that revealed the true extent of my physical weakness. I managed exactly five before my arms gave out completely, and I fell face down on the rough ground with all dignity. The rough grass rubbed against my cheeks, adding insult to injury.
"Again.” He muttered, his voice low and rough like gravel. He shook his head in what appeared to be genuine disbelief. Some strands of dark hair falling across his brow, the faintest crease forming between
