Rosie tumbled off her bed and hit her head (Rhyme!) and now she has and ice pack.
"What the heck happened?" she signed.
"Well, I shook you out of bed and you tumbled to the ground," I signed back. I am so relived that I finnally have someone to talk to things about, plus, no one can understand or 'hear' us. Rosie gave a little chuckle snort and I laughed hystaricly. Her stoned look at me told me I was in deep trouble. Shit. We started the walk down to the kitchen because there is nothing better than eatting after you made your best friend fall off her bed.
"Good Morning Rosie, Rene. I would like to remind you that are second new trainee is coming later this week. her name is Maxine Annalise Ivory. She is a first degree black belt in Karate and has persuasive magic. Enjoy the rest of your day," and he walked away. I really wish there was NOT going to be any new trainees'. I am good just sticking with Rosie, which by the way, looked quite puzzeled as if she were doing an intricate puzzle in her mind.
"Are you OK?" I asked Rosie. She nooded, grabbed a pop tart (the healthiest breakfast in the WORLD) and sat in the chair. I left her alone for awhile, you know, personal bubble space. I sprinted to my room after I ate and put on ACCTUAL clothes, not raggy pajamas. I was feeling, yellow and pink-ish. I put on my long sleeved raspberry colored leotard, my favorite yellow puch belt, and my yellow baggy boots. Rosie walked in the door as I put my hair into a french braid.
"I am sorry," she signed," I just don't feel comfortable with another person, but i'm better now." She sounded terrible, like a cat scrached the inside of her throat.
"Get some rest," I signed," you need it. I'll tell Kaldur you don't feel well, OK?" She slightly nodded yes and got into her bed. I slowly started to walk, so it didn't seam like I was in a hurry (even though I was) and as soon as I couldn't see or hear anyone, I sprinted so fast it felt like I was flying. Training room was exactly where I needed to go. As I walked in, I ran in to Kaldur, Thank God.
"Hello Rene, where's Rosie?"
"That's what I would like to tell you. She was not felling well and will not be attending training today," I said.
"OK, thank you for telling me," and he walked away. As soon as I got to my usually corner, some girl walks in. She had shoulder length platinium-blond hair and sky colored eyes. She wore a cut of dark green T-shirt, (so her stomack was showing) a black mini skirt with light green ripped leggins over dark green ones, a light green belt, and black boots. She looked like a walking plant.
"Hullo, I'm Maxine Ivory, from England. Are you a new trainee as well?" she asked.
"Yes, I am Rene Oshea. The other trainee, Rosie Adkins, is sick today."
"Oh, tell her I said hi and feel better. Bye," and she skipped her way over to the other teammates. This will be the longest year EVER.
"What the heck happened?" she signed.
"Well, I shook you out of bed and you tumbled to the ground," I signed back. I am so relived that I finnally have someone to talk to things about, plus, no one can understand or 'hear' us. Rosie gave a little chuckle snort and I laughed hystaricly. Her stoned look at me told me I was in deep trouble. Shit. We started the walk down to the kitchen because there is nothing better than eatting after you made your best friend fall off her bed.
"Good Morning Rosie, Rene. I would like to remind you that are second new trainee is coming later this week. her name is Maxine Annalise Ivory. She is a first degree black belt in Karate and has persuasive magic. Enjoy the rest of your day," and he walked away. I really wish there was NOT going to be any new trainees'. I am good just sticking with Rosie, which by the way, looked quite puzzeled as if she were doing an intricate puzzle in her mind.
"Are you OK?" I asked Rosie. She nooded, grabbed a pop tart (the healthiest breakfast in the WORLD) and sat in the chair. I left her alone for awhile, you know, personal bubble space. I sprinted to my room after I ate and put on ACCTUAL clothes, not raggy pajamas. I was feeling, yellow and pink-ish. I put on my long sleeved raspberry colored leotard, my favorite yellow puch belt, and my yellow baggy boots. Rosie walked in the door as I put my hair into a french braid.
"I am sorry," she signed," I just don't feel comfortable with another person, but i'm better now." She sounded terrible, like a cat scrached the inside of her throat.
"Get some rest," I signed," you need it. I'll tell Kaldur you don't feel well, OK?" She slightly nodded yes and got into her bed. I slowly started to walk, so it didn't seam like I was in a hurry (even though I was) and as soon as I couldn't see or hear anyone, I sprinted so fast it felt like I was flying. Training room was exactly where I needed to go. As I walked in, I ran in to Kaldur, Thank God.
"Hello Rene, where's Rosie?"
"That's what I would like to tell you. She was not felling well and will not be attending training today," I said.
"OK, thank you for telling me," and he walked away. As soon as I got to my usually corner, some girl walks in. She had shoulder length platinium-blond hair and sky colored eyes. She wore a cut of dark green T-shirt, (so her stomack was showing) a black mini skirt with light green ripped leggins over dark green ones, a light green belt, and black boots. She looked like a walking plant.
"Hullo, I'm Maxine Ivory, from England. Are you a new trainee as well?" she asked.
"Yes, I am Rene Oshea. The other trainee, Rosie Adkins, is sick today."
"Oh, tell her I said hi and feel better. Bye," and she skipped her way over to the other teammates. This will be the longest year EVER.
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over to the side. Revenge tried to pick it up, but his strength had left him. It clattered
to the floor beside him as he sank to his knees, the unbearable pain filling his
body and mind.
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on the floor. Too much had been lost. The sword that had done the damage was laying
over to the side. Revenge tried to pick it up, but his strength had left him. It clattered
to the floor beside him as he sank to his knees, the unbearable pain filling his
body and mind.
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