When Bad Meets Worse

Chapter 2

A/N:

hey so i updated this chapter. yeah.... my updating timings are really not fixed. sorry about that. still working on the whole story.

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From the fateful day I received the first official letter from the higher ups, I began to train twice as hard as I ever did in my whole entire miserable life. I stuck close to a weekly routine, eating only healthy food, and mentally preparing myself. I followed my schedule so strictly, I soon began to feel like a programed robot, every move controlled, busy 24/7, waiting for something to disrupt its boring monotonous uniform cycle.

That disruption came in the form of a second letter.

This time, father was not around, for it was in the afternoon. I was in the gym having one of my weight-lifting sessions when one of the servants interrupted. I was training vigorously at the bench press station. I had been pushing myself hard lately, keeping my nose to the grindstone, so I neglected to keep a lid on my temper, choosing to focus on more important things.

Unfortunately, the poor servant became the target of my anger and frustration. "What!" I growled menacingly at him, causing him to jerk with fright. Realizing my foolishness, I mumbled an apology and set my bar on the bench press stand, resonating a loud metallic crash that echoed off the walls in the otherwise quiet gym.

The servant recovered and after handing me the letter, left immediately without a word, leaving me to ripped open the envelope and destroying the circular maroon-colored seal in the process.

I was aware that my face was as cold and unforgiving as stone as I scanned the contents of the mail I just received.

It didn't contain much information, just details about my new school and whatnots. Father would make more sense out of this than me. Papers with words printed on them are not exactly my cup of tea. Origami, now that was interesting. Shrugging, I stuffed the papers untidily back into its envelope and tossed it carelessly onto a nearby table.

I sighed and went back to my routine, pushing all thoughts of the contents of the envelope out of my mind.

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Dinner went by as usual. Small talk. What Father and I did during the day. I conveniently kept quiet about the envelope, knowing that it will have its time in the spotlight soon enough.

After dinner I went back to my bedroom and gladly changed out of my pale yellow dress into a comfortable shirt and loose jeans. I grabbed a book, stuffed the cursed envelope into a random page, and made my way towards the living room.

Ah... It was nice to escape to the nice comfy living room, with the plush couches and soothing ocean blue walls. Not that i dislike training. I quite enjoy it. But a short break would always be welcome.

I liked the living room. It was the one of the best place to relax in (besides the indoor pool, of course). Not only does it have a gargantuan stash (not to mention a stash that is replenished everyday) of dried food and drinks, there is also a huge plasma tv hanging on the south wall. I just love watching the random tv programs that come up. It was one of the few ways I feel I can connect with the "outside world".

I know what you're thinking. How can a girl who has trained her whole life to be a killing machine still watch tv? Well just because I'm in my current situation doesn't mean that all of my childhood has to be deprived.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. I kicked open the doors (Father used to tease me and compare me to a Power Ranger) to find my Father already there in his favorite armchair customarily reading his newspaper. I smiled at how old-fashioned the scene was. I stride over and plonked myself down on a cream colored couch beside the armchair.