What About Me..? (Morro story teehee)

Part 2

Yo I totally don't have writer's block rn haha yeah enjoy

We return to our quarters, Grale and Starla complaining all the way.

"I could go for a nap right now, honestly," said Grale, letting out a big yawn.

"Ugh, me too," agreed Starla.

"Guys, are you serious? It's lunch in a few minutes," I reasoned.

"Yeah, but... no, I can't come up with an excuse right now. Let's go," him and Starla both walking out. I follow a few steps behind them. When I see Sensei, he'll ask me to go get supplies. However, when I step outside, I see a young boy with dark, chin length hair being let in the gate by Master. I pause, wondering who this could be.

Sensei sees me, and approaches with the boy.

"Clove," he says, under his breath so the boy can't hear. "I need you to prepare a cot for him."

"Yes, Sensei."

He walks away, and the boy turns and looks at me. I take in the quick details. He appears to be about my age. His eyebrows are strangely triangular, like sticks. He is wearing rags, tied with a worn string. The look in his eyes is hopeful, but hollow.

"Hey, Clove, what was that about?" asks Starla, snapping me out of my trance.

"Oh, Master needs us to prepare a cot for him," I respond.

We make quick work of putting on fresh sheets, laying a clean gi down, and fluffing a pillow for him.

I return to my cot, and wait for Sensei to come back and give the list of supplies to go get. As I wait, I feel myself slipping into sleep.

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I wake to a gentle shaking from Starla.

"Wake your dumb ass up," I hear Grale say as I sit up groggily. I feel panic rising up my throat.

"Um, did Sensei come looking for me?" I ask.

I see Grale and Starla throw a quick glance at each other. "Uh, no. He seems preoccupied with that other kid," Starla said, pausing between her words.

// Yo sorry to interrupt but btw they are all(including "the boy") the same age, about 8-10. Grale cusses bc he came to train to get out of his abusive household. Starla is just, well, Starla. Clove is... well, you'll figure out. k keep reading.//

I playfully shove Starla towards the door, and hear Grale shout, "Race ya! Last one's a rotten ninja!" I am apparently a rotten ninja.

The strange boy is already sitting at the table when we stumble in. I smooth my gi, and take my spot at the table. He glances at me again, but when I look back, he diverts his gaze immediately. He looks strong. You need to train harder so he doesn't take your place.

I see how Sensei watches him. Lunch today is wonton soup. I watch the boy swirl his portion around, his eyes big. He digs in as soon as Master Wu gives us the go ahead. Starla slurps hers loudly. Must be awfully good then. But it's not for you. You need to train harder. Food gets in the way.

I resist the urge to take a bite. I've gotten good at it. I pretend to take a bite so Sensei doesn't suspect anything, and drop it into my hand. It's wet. Gross. I put it in my small satchel. Yes. For the compost. Not you.

Yo I hope you enjoyed! Kinda getting over my writer's block lmao so like stay tuned ig