Day Off

And with that, I was all in.

“Have you been practicing or something?” Idris asked as he bent down to pick up the white feathery shuttlecock.

“Un...not really,” I said, shrugging my shoulders, “Maybe you’re just having an off day.”

“Eh, that’s possible,” he said before hitting the cock over to my side, beginning another round of our badminton game.

By the way, this is in present times now. The flashback is over. Been a week since then.

Sunday, like I said in the beginning.

And Sundays are usually our game/hangout day.

Considering I’ve had a lot of missed hangout times with my friends, I was in a dire need of this social activity. Never in my life would I have believed that I would say that.

For the past week I’ve been to the training place three times and have basically...worked out. I was given the pill and told to run around the place with weights on or to do pushups and lunges and any other weight training that one would do in a gym.