13 A Complaint
Monday rolled around with the usual groans from students, but Brant was raring to go. The morning flew by in a blur of cartwheels and jumping hurdles.
Right before lunch, Brant pulled aside Charlie to a private dueling room. Celeste was busy teaching a girl a difficult flip, so Brant asked Instructor Aubrey to join him. Aubrey stood quietly in the corner, her arms crossed.
As Charlie drifted to the center of the dueling room, he turned his head from side to side, taking in the emptiness. Only after inspecting every corner did he smile and relax his shoulders.
“It smells good in here.”
Brant took that as a good sign. He held out his hands for Charlie’s headphones.
“There’s no noise in here,” Brant said. “You should be able to practice your moves without them.”
Charli
