"Oof."
The word left my lips as soon as I collided with the ground, on my already sore ass. Apparantly complaining didn't work around here, and puppy eyes didn't either.
Frustrated, I propped myself up on my elbows and looked up.
"Seriously, how am I supposed to get better at this if you keep throwing me on my ass?" I complained, not even bothering to get up. I was seriously tired and sore and annoyed.
My opponent didn't reply and didn't even bother helping me up. He simply walked off and left me there, grumbling and annoyed.
This was the third day of my training and I hated it still. I was supposed to be one of the fastest girl at P.E. but each time I sprinted with the others, I felt like a slug when I arrived last.
Dad and Isaiah - Alpha Isaiah - had buried the axe and and decided
