Ring... ring... ring...

                  Youngmi ran from her bedroom to the living room as the phone rang the next morning. But when she passed through the center table, she knocked her foot on one of the table's legs. "Ouch!!!" She groaned as pain ambushed her. Limping, she snatched the phone and held it to her ear. "Hello?" She said as tears started to swell from her eyes from the pain she felt.

                  "Youngmi-yah!!!" Her mom made an ear-splitting squeal that she moved away the phone from her ear. "Dad and I are now in Paris!!!"

                   She rolled her eyes. "You just call just to say that, omma? Gosh! You should ask first if how am I." She pouted.

                   "You're a big girl so I know you're doing well. Anyway, we'll be coming home soon, okay? See ya'h dear. Oh by the way, what do you want us to bring for you?"

                   "Hmm, just chocolates, omma."

                   "Okay, I love you dear."

                   "Extend my regards to appa."

                   "Sure, we love you dear.." Her mom said then hung up. She put back the phone. She looked down at her swollen foot. *ouch*  She was limping as she went back to her bedroom.

                   LAZINESS striked her again. She ignored her bundle of dirty clothes and decided to read a book. But she can't even concentrate because her foot was sore. "Aah, this isn't good." She whispered as she stood up. She went to the medicine cabinet inside her bathroom to find any medicine that could lessen the pain. But she found nothing. "Aish." She groaned in irritati