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- Rowan Wand 15" Essence of Fang of Basilisk
Charlene bent down, her hands on her knees, as she breathed deeply. She was definitely getting out of shape. She had chosen the emptiest spot in the lawn to do her suicides and other running exercises. She had always prided herself on being able to beat all the kids her age back home in running, and at this rate, she wasn't going to be able to keep that spot once she got home. Besides, she had to be strong if she planned to be a singer; dancing was an important part of that in Korea.
She stretched her legs, trying to get the knots out of them, and then prepared to begin her next one. She knew the route now, so much that she didn't even have to keep an eye out for the markings. To the nearest blackberry bush and back, then to the huge boulder and back, to the half-grown pine tree and back, and finally to the tree stump halfway across the lawn and back.
Charlene set off at a sprint, swinging her arms back and forth rhythmically, parallel to her body as her mother, a former track athlete, had taught her to do. As she reached the bush, she skidded to a stop, touching the ground as she turned, and raced back. Once she completed her set, she again plopped down on the soft grass to rest.
She stretched her legs, trying to get the knots out of them, and then prepared to begin her next one. She knew the route now, so much that she didn't even have to keep an eye out for the markings. To the nearest blackberry bush and back, then to the huge boulder and back, to the half-grown pine tree and back, and finally to the tree stump halfway across the lawn and back.
Charlene set off at a sprint, swinging her arms back and forth rhythmically, parallel to her body as her mother, a former track athlete, had taught her to do. As she reached the bush, she skidded to a stop, touching the ground as she turned, and raced back. Once she completed her set, she again plopped down on the soft grass to rest.