Thank the Moon Goddess it was Friday because I was done with Vanessa bouncing in the seat behind me. Her warm breath was on my neck again, making me shiver.
I ignored it and gazed at my warrior notebook. All the wrestling moves, punching combinations, types of kicks that Derek and I had practiced over and over were in this journal, to be remembered forever after tonight.
After class, when my name rolled off Roman’s lips, followed by the word warrior, I would clutch this notebook close and be thankful for it all. Even all the nights we’d stayed up under the moon to improve our skills and all the times old man Mr. Beck had stared over Derek’s backyard fence while we practiced, telling us about the good ole times when he had been a warrior.
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