Cinnyris

Training 2

The few hours we had to spend at school were tolerable, thank god .

The classes were explained by much more enthusiastic teachers, but the problem was that they had to contain an enthusiastic class. So, for example, the Biology class turned into a 'best methods to weaken or even paralyze your enemy' and Geometry was basically turned into 'how to surround the enemy in an isosceles'

Never underestimate a werewolf teacher.

To be honest, the most difficult part was getting Alice into her training clothes.

We finished all lessons about 15 minutes before the beginning of the training. Just in case a person needs to freshen up, get into their gym clothes ,give time for those who don't want to train to return to the packhouse, or, of course, to reach the pack's training house which is about 5 minutes away from this dreaded school.

So, in the midst of a corridor crowded with students and teachers alike, Alice slams her locker door open and goes on to what she wants to wear, but after she picked out half a dozen outfits or so, she shrieked in the most dramatical manner, ever.

"I have nothing to wear!"

I roll my eyes then take a look at the clothes she tossed between my arms "Alice these are all skirts, jean shorts and lace tops and- oh my God, Alice , are those heels?" I state with shock as I watch the pair of YSLs slip out of the bundle.

I drop the quantity of clothes in her hands and kick the heels to the side only to find two or three more outfits in her locker.

"Okay, wait there are shorts in there , and you can stick with the tank top you are wearing now." I say, struggling as I pull those shorts out of the abyss.

"Okay.." She murmurs, not so satisfied with the look. "But I don't have shoes!" She states, clicking the heels she's got on in the most absurd manner.

"You have a thousand dollars worth heels in your closet, but you don't have a single pair of training shoes?" I ask then sigh.

She simply shrugs, scanning the shorts while placing the tip of her tank top on them to see if they match.

I simply roll my eyes.

"Okay, I think I have a pair of Nikes in my gym locker, but we have to hurry, training will start in about seven minutes." I state frantically. Causing the training then not arriving at time is a combination that I am not willing apply.

We both run to the gym looking as idiotic and frantic as ever. One of my hands is lifted high above my head with Alice's pink shorts between my fingers, swinging from side to side like a flag made of the skin of a polyester flamingo. Alice is right by my side, with her shoes off so that she can run faster.

Now I can't pay much attention to her, because I need to reach the gym real quick, but I believe the heel of one of the shoes she's carrying in her hand got stuck to the lace of her shirt, and I don't think it will be easy to liberate the heel from the sassy bundle of Alice's clothes.

We push by the crowed of backs and torsos and when the person is really short, we stumble upon heads, murmuring words of apologies to those who we've hit, but Alice was the one to apologies the most, especially when she set her heel loose out of her shirt, only to slam it into someone's face.

Eventually we reach the gym, my face's coated with sweat, my hair is out and about, after the bun I previously had on broke down into a ponytail because of all the running, and then the rubber band that held my mush of hair is now probably somewhere out on the floor. Alice seems to be in a better shape, but her shirt is now torn at the middle with stray threads crawling out of the thin fabric of It.

I smirk with pride, as if proving that I was right all along and these kind of clothes are anything but practical.

"I didn't like this shirt a lot, anyways." She spoke with a huff. My smile widened.

Her eyes strayed for a second then went back to face me, a little worried.

"Alpha Luke is wondering about your whereabouts and he wants you in the training house, like, now." She says as she runs to my locker, pops it open and picks the pair of shoes out.

I frantically pull a rubber off Alice's wrist then use it to return my hair into something that at least resembles the bun it was in before.

" I better get going, you catch up with my later, and don't take too long!" I yell out as I push the gym's door open.

I only have like, 3 minutes left. I run and I run some more, absorbing a fire like gas instead of ordinary air, my lungs no longer feel like they're expanding or contracting, as if they are basically holding on the small quantity of oxygen I swallowed in.

Now I am out of the building alright, reunited with the people gushing into the doors of the training room.

One minute left.

I slip through the cluster of people till I am at the very front, and I squint my eyes then turn my head from side to side in an attempt to find Luke.

I spot him at the very end of the gigantic room, looking around just like I am. I run to him with my eyes fixed at him in his Adidas gym shorts and shirt, he's looking as fine as ever.

Luke stares at my with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Started without us?" He questions playfully.

" Just warmed up." I state, breathless, with my hands clinging to my waist. He smiles then ruffles my bun around, I slap his hand away

"Really? As if it doesn't look bad enough?" I question, smiling now.

"It looks great just leave it as is." He utters, chuckling calmly and watching me as I try to pluck the rubber band out of the mush of hair. I ignore him then fix it as he chatters with Will and Adam. Ethan is now reunited with an unhappy, red faced Alice.

"Assemble!" Luke suddenly yells and everyone lines up into organized lines of well trained troops. They look like brain washed ants, no one out of order, no one faltering. The perfect clan. I'm the only one who flinched and was left clueless, of course.

Will, Adam, three other guys and two more girls that I can't recognize took place by me, while Luke's father took place by his son.

"These are the trainers that will be divided amongst the youngest of you. The elders and the pack warriors will head outside to train by fighting against one another and preform other excessive routines. When a youth is considered to be well trained and possesses a fine physical capacity, he will join the others outside for a training upgrade. any adult with limted physical capacities will be sent back inside to strengthen themselves and they will be notified if they match the standers.

There's a specific criteria we follow that will define your physical status and upgrade you from on level of training to another, the criteria will be explained to you by your assigned trainer after you warm up. You may start now. " He states with a loud and confident tone.

I watch as teenagers from the age of fourteen to eighteen disassemble themselves away from the adults who walk outside, the trainers dissolve between the crowd and each picks out about fifteen werewolves or so to train. Alice and I join the crowed and end up with a trainer named Mitch, and Tiffany.

Let the training begin.