The Hashbrown Debacle | Jean & Sasha
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Sasha didn’t know why she subjected herself to this torture. Before it was easy to stay in shape because well she didn’t have enough money to eat. Now that she had a somewhat steady income she could eat to her heart’s content. That did nothing for her figure though, and although no one would have guessed by how she ate, Sasha was a bit health conscious. She didn’t want to be a slob.
Only problem was that this was the first time she ran in a very long time.Her stomach roared in agony, her legs felt like they were being pulled apart slowly by the muscles. She didn’t know if she was going to make it. Stopping for a break she noticed that the rest of Newstark seemed to be waking up now.
The whole city would see how pathetic she was in no time, over the railing of some outdoor cafe struggling to breathe. Wait- was that the smell of bacon? Her eyes roamed over to the cafe as the smells of heaven filled the air. Cooked eggs, bacon, sausage and- no, HASHBROWNS.
"Come on you’re better than this, just keep running,” she muttered to herself trying to find motivation to keep running. Her eyes stayed glue to the cafe though, her stomach at war with her mind, her body forming an alliance with her stomach. Peeling her eyes off the cafe she booked it.
One last glance over her shoulder as she turned the corner wouldn’t hurt too much though right? WHAM! Sasha fell back after colliding with the poor person who she just crashed into. She fell flat onto her butt as her mind struggled to process what just happened. “Huh?” The thoughts of hashbrowns finally left her mind as she finally realized she slammed into a boy who looked around her age. “Oh- I’m sorry!” she apologized a bit embarrassed that someone else got involved with her food obsession, again.














