Combat TrainingA Chapter by BrynnaW.
I woke up to see Clara shaking me like crazy. She was yelling and finally she pushed me onto the ground. Clara was wearing a uniform like I had seen boarding school wearing only she was wearing pants and not a skirt. She pointed to the outfit on my dresser. My eyes snapped open at what I saw.
"Why do I have to wear a skirt? You get to wear pants." I pointed out. "I never thought of you as the type that would refuse a skirt but here." She tossed me a pair of pants. I got up for the ground and dressed. Almost immediately after, Clara took my hand and rushed me out of the room. For some reason, I heard her curse but when I asked her why, she refused to answer. Clara opened a door to another room where I saw Zack lying on his bed. "It's about time you got here. We're going to be late." He said. "Well, Oaks woke up late and I can't run here without killing her. Let's go." Clara answered and the three of us began to walk. I noticed that her hands were twitching and I suspected that she always had to be doing something. Zack opened the door to another room that had a huge runway in the middle. "Welcome to combat training." he said as a teacher came running up to me. "Hi, my name is Mr. Roschay. I am the teacher of this class. You may take a seat anywhere we are just getting started for a small competition. I nodded my reply while taking a seat in the very back next to my friends. "Zack, how did you get here?" I asked him while the teacher started an introduction. "Oh, my parents couldn't understand my power and they were afraid that I would manipulate them. What about you? After that fire, I never saw you again. I thought you were dead." He suddenly seemed interested in me. "I ----" "Miss Carolina, would you like to share your discussion with the class?" Mr. Roschay interrupted me. "No, Mr. Roschay." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "Well then, maybe you would like to go first in our little competition. I would like you and Miss Carter to step up to the platform." Reluctantly, I faced the girl. She smirked, put her hands on her hips, and mumbled something about the competition being easy. "Now, girls, I want you to simply knock each other out or off of the platform. You may begin once the timer rings in five seconds." Mr. Roschay explained. I glared at my competitor and let my anger grow. The timer rang.
© 2011 BrynnaW.Author's Note
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