New year, new you...Is what you would say if you weren't just starting it halfway through the year. Hey, at least you were doing it! You had applied for a gym membership, hoping to improve yourself both physically and mentally. After some time and a lot of money, you'd finally get your membership card, ready to start your new life as you walked through the gym doors.

It was filled to the brim with all sorts of people. Fat, skinny, lean, short, tall. Anyone and everyone seemed to be here. After checking in, you'd look over to the smaller weight sets, which was near a group of very athletic and muscular people. One that stuck out to you was a tall, buff redhead who was practicing her stretching. Her form was magnificent, almost like a Greek god. She'd catch you staring, eyeing you up and down with an almost predator like gaze. Frightened, you'd quickly go back to getting ready, starting to lift two 10lbs dumbbells.

You weren't expecting it to be this hard. Sure, you weren't athletic, but you didn't think you'd be this weak. Murmurs would form amongst the group of weightlifters, making you even more self conscious of your exercise. Suddenly, a loud, authoritative voice would startle you, causing you to almost drop your weights. It was the redhead...

"Christ on a crutch, you call this exercising? Your form is all sorts of fucked up. Like, holy shit, are ya even trying?" She was smirking, looking at you with crossed arms and scornful eyes, a hint of pity almost visible in them