Chapter Twenty Seven: Run, Lion, Run!
Francesca thought Attie's senses would return that afternoon. She was wrong. When she tried running by herself, Attie came upstairs and started criticizing her running.
Francesca tried to go faster, but not too fast. She didn't want to fall down and break her snubby nose.
|Attie continued blaring about Francesca's running.|
It went on for a few minutes until Francesca gave up. Sweat dripped down her back and her brown hair was clumped up. She got down from the treadmill as Attie grumbled about unhealthy sims.
"I might have been too hard on her," thought Attie. "Thought I could motivate her to run. I'll try getting Isabel to run instead."
Isabel agreed to let Attie teach her better running techniques. Attie couldn't bear to yell harshly at her elder twin, so she had to word her criticism nicely.
|Attie leaned down to critique Isabel's steps.|
Isabel purred in amusement. "How's this?" she asked, letting her arms hang down.
Attie shook her head. "More swing," she replied, waving an orange-tipped finger. Isabel bent her arms at an angle and ran.
Neither of the twins noticed Francesca watching from the top of the stairs. The brown-haired girl shrank back and hid upstairs, feeling awkward.
That evening after dinner, Francesca wrote to her parents about Attie's training, and some other things:
Mom, dad, Attie's gone fitness crazy. She went on about running for my health, then got Isabel to run too. She shouted at me, cheered when Isabel could run, and I think she'll nag Hera soon.She paused as she thought about what next to add in her email. She continued:
I'm not the healthiest person in the world by a long shot, but I do my weights. Which reminds me, does Prudence pull her weight around? What's her email? Does she have a Japanese name in the first place?Francesca sent the email off after looking through it once more. She hoped her parents and brother were okay.
Next chapter: Fran's Secret Project.