Little Secrets

Ember: Tired Conversations

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a homeless New-Yorker, but between that insane bull crap, hand-to-hand combat with Agent Heart, and a pull-up contest in Agent Jude's class, I was aching in parts of my body that I didn't even know I had.

I slumped to my new room behind Cassie, trying to breath regularly, but failing.

"I don't think I'll be able to wake up tomorrow," Cassie commented.

"Speak for yourself. You've been doing this loads longer than I have," I complained.

"True enough," she conceded. "But that doesn't change that fact that I am sore."

"Amen to that." We trudged into the room, dragging our feet along the concrete floor. "How long 'till dinner?"

"I don't know, what time's it?" The two of us stood in front of the dorm door, neither wanting to have to life our throbbing arms to open it. I looked at Cassie expectantly, only to find her eyes boring into me as well. Finding it fruitless to force our legs to have to stand any longer, I groaned and stuffed the key I had recieved when I arrived into the door.

I flopped down on my bed and glanced at the glowing green numbers on my alarm clock that told me it was a quarter till four. "Three forty-five," I answered.

"Dinner's at six. You do the math." She flopped on her bed across from me and closed her eyes. "I think I'll take a nap until dinner."

"If you do you won't be able to sleep when it's time for bed," I warned her.

Cassie groaned. "I hate it when you're right."

"Aren't you going to sit up so you don't fall asleep?" I suggested.

Cassie groaned and blew her wild curly main of dark hair out of her face. "You first."

"Rock paper scissors?"

"Sure. I have rock."

"I've got paper." I had, in fact, chosen scissors, but she didn't need to know that.

"Best two out of three?" Cassie asked.

"Nope, get up."

"You first."

"Are we really having this conversation again?" I asked, closing my eyes.

I was just about to forget my own advice and take a nap when the intercom in the halls blared suddenly, scaring Cassie and me so badly that we literally jumped out of bed, it a fighting position.

The voice of a young lady came blared so loudly through the halls that I could feel the vibrations from the speaker in the hall on my feet. "Attention all Level Six LS agents. Please report to the gymnasium at eleven o'clock this evening for special training."

"Are they insane?" Cassie exploded as she sat on her bed. (Not literally, of course: That would be messy.) "After the intense training today, they want us to stay up 'till eleven and do more training? I think these people might be slightly stupid."

I grimaced. "Just slightly?"

Cassie rolled her eyes. "Okay, immensely stupid is what I meant. I was just trying to be nice."

I grinned. "You? Nice? Man, you really are tired."

She glared at me and threw her pillow swiftly at me, which I caught without a problem. I smiled evilly at her, and holding her pillow, I lied down on my bed, adding her pillow to my own. "That's much better," I said with a sigh as I burrowed deeper into the feathery soft material.

"Give it back," Cassie whined.

"You gave it to me," I pointed out as I sat up to see her better.