Chapter 6

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by runawayhotdog7

by runawayhotdog7

"I don't understand why I have to walk you to the hospital," I said. "You're not even injured."

"I'm the prince," he whined. "I'm not used to owies."

I wondered if he'd send me back to Auradon, but I doubted that because he said, "I'm not going to send you back to Auradon."

"Why not?" I asked. "What if I'm a danger to your kingdom?"

"I considered that," he said. "And I signed you up for Hands are Not for Hitting class."

I tried to kick him, but he dodged it.

"I play tennis," he expressed. He mimicked swinging a golf club.

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The next day was my first day of Hands are Not for Hitting class. Mal laughed at me when I told her about it. She asked me what my mother would say if she knew I was hitting people rather than using the skills she taught me. I kept that in mind when I slipped a knife into my pocket during breakfast.

I didn't expect I'd have to use it so soon, but when I walk into class, Ben's sitting there again.

"Hi Mama G!" he said.

"There's no way you're in every single class," I stated.

"I litterally am, so shut up," he expressed.

The teacher came in. He had no hands. I knew Mal would have said something not nice, but I never bully people on things they had no choice over.

I raised my hand. "Did you choose to have no arms?" I asked.

"Actually yes!" the teacher said. "Less places for sharks to bite that way!"

"That's dumb," I stated. The teacher nodded and told me to sit down.

There were only two chairs. I punched Ben and took his so I could put my feet up. Ben tried to protest, but I told him that it was a punch, not a hit, and he sat on the floor and began reading the textbook.