FALLING - Clarisse La Rue

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' Everything
happens for a reason'

Nobody really knows much about Kayla Graves. Fourteen, a demi-god who's attended this camp for three years straight. Nothing special.

"Almost there,one more- jab! Yes Kay! Get it!" Her boxing coach, one of the Athena boys had decided to help her during practice. Well, he may as well be Her coach since he never misses when she does have practice.

"I can't do it! It's like- one punch away from busting! But each time I punch it, it's just staying the same-" She huffed and decided to punch the it bag one last time out of pure frustration, although it was too late to tense her knuckle before impact, as a loud crack was heard. Along with something that was supposed to be her saying "ouch." But came out as "Ohah ouh-" Kayla's hand jolted back on impact as she stumbled backwards clumsily.

"Kayla, you- why? You idiot, do you think I turn up to your practice sessions twice every week just so you can have a tantrum each time something doesn't go your way?" He commented, Going over and taking her knuckle in his hand, observing the damage closely.

Kayla gave him a sarcastic death glare and pulled away, as he looked at her almost sympathetically. "Don't go soft on me, Malcolm. You're here to threaten me dead if I don't accomplish something. Got that?"
The girl gave him a soft smile, just to get him motivated that little bit to do what she asked him to.

Malcolm rolled his eyes, but nodded. Fine. Let's just go make sure nothings broken, ok?"

She nodded her head and complied, walking infront of him as he made conversation, asking how the Hermes cabin was going. Kayla wasn't claimed yet, Malcolm had always been claimed obviously, considering he was a child of Athena and therefore a brain child.

The girl told him it was fine, she was used to it by now and having been in there for however many years without being claimed she was a friend to most people. Including Malcolm, who was someone who she used to have boxing practice the same time he had sword practice, until they all had to change schedule.

"Hey, Kayla, it's probably broken. Did you hear that crack?" malcolm questioned. Yup, Kayla heard it alright. She nodded.

"Didn't feel it much. A bit, but it mainly just freaked me out. It only hurts a little."

"Just go get it checked out. Practice is over anyway." He huffed, walking backwards a little. "I'll see you on Thurday?"

"Yeah, you bet. I'll fight you on thurday instead, I'm getting tired of that stupid bag."

"You know I'm awful at punching, you said yourself that I'm here to threaten you. Not fight you. Besides, you probably won't be able to." He smirked, shrugging.

"Get gone, Malcolm. If you like it or not, I'm not changing all my plans." She told him tiredly, opening the door to the medical wing.

"Oh, you have plans? What is it, date?"
Malcom implied with a cocky grin on his face. "Or just a casual meet up? Come-"

"Bye!"

Kayla closed the door as soon as she opened it, leaving him mid sentence on the medical steps. She wasn't being mean with him, they always did things like this, Malcolm and her were best buddies. They had nothing and everything in common all at the same time.

As soon as she entered the medical wing, Michael Yew, an Apollo kid, was straight infront of her, immediately examining her face and worrying over the slightest things. Kayla groaned and shook her head.

"I'm fine, Yew. Malcolm told me to come up here to get my knuckles checked, I may or may not have gotten a bit frustrated."

"That's the third time this week," He rolled his eyes, going up to the cabinets next to him to get some ambrosia. "And it's Tuesday." Kayla- she had a habit of being stubborn. It was a blessing and a curse. Detentions and infirmary visits were often more frequent than not.