With quick steps Sandra moved through the hallway with a sound motion, her muscles gleaming in the lighting provided. She had been given permission to work out in the schools fitness room, and often when she did she lost track of time. Today was no different, after spending countless hours within the walls of the weight room she had trained and hard. Her hair bound tightly to her head while she bent and weaved with each punch of the heavy bag. Her brown watched the black object swing from side to side, attacking as though it was an opponent she blocked and attacked accordingly, but for such reason she was now late to class.<br/><br/>Slipping into the room, she held the yellow slip that read to the teacher she was late. Waving to some of the people inside she was quick to sit in her seat in the back of the room. Her body resting for the first time, since 5 this morning, and did it feel good. “What did I miss?” She questioned looking over to her peers, hoping to catch up and not fall behind because of her boxing passion.