~SCARLETT~
"I can't believe I'm at one of these football games," I mumble.
"Oh, cheer up!" Clara tells me. "How can you not enjoy this? It's better to be at an event like this instead of being locked up in your room like you always are."
"In case you haven't noticed, sister, I prefer to be locked up in my room. It's a lot more entertaining for me than this!" I point out.
She rolls her eyes, "You just need time to adjust to this. Believe me, when our academy wins, you'll celebrate like the rest of us. I wish I knew how to describe the joy it brings."
I was sure that she was speaking gibberish. There was no way that I would ever enjoy something like this.
"I don't think I can do this, Clara," I confess. "This is too much for me—the annoying crowd, the screaming girls, how close ev
