When the lunch bell rings, I rush to the training field to spend my break training. It’s not ideal to train alone, but I’ve made it work before, and I will again.
I start by running laps. I’m in pretty good shape from my long walks to and from school, but I know that I could be faster. Molly’s strength will only get me so far, I need to put the work in.
When I’m thoroughly winded I check the time and see that it’s time to go back to class. I grab a granola bar from my bag and eat it as I make my back toward the main building.
A few people grimace at my sweaty appearance, but I pay them no mind. Everyone hates me anyway and this is only temporary. I still have to clean the school every day after the final bell, so I need to make time to train when I can.
I smile to myself, satisfied
