Chapter twelve already...geez doesn't seem like this has been this long.
So. I had cheer pictures today but we finished half an hour early. So what did we do in the half hour before practice? Practice. Conditoning actually. Run a mile, 15 leg lifts, 15 around the worlds, run 3 laps even though we just ran a mile (3 laps on our track is half a mile). Umm what else...oh! Ab twists for one minute then one minute and a half then two minutes. Then we ran the stairs AKA the bleachers. So I'm tired.
Also I have marching band rehearsal this afternoon for a couple hours. *Sigh* I don't feel like having "LEFT! LEFT! LEFT!" screamed at me all night....
But I feel fit now! =}
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-Makayla Rayne
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Chapter Twelve
"I hate you guys so much right now," I grumbled, pulling my skirt down. Again.
"Aw come on," Axel said, "it's cute."
I gave him a glower. He shut up.
It turned out that our new school had uniforms. And what did girls have to wear? A black or gray pleated skirt, white blouse or long-sleeved button down depending on the season, a black or gray vest with a blue stripe on the V-neck and a black blazer with the school insignia on the breast pocket. However, our "footwear must be tasteful" so I put on a pair of black and blue argile socks and my black Converse sneakers. The school could suck it.
And of course, the guys got long sleeved white shirts, gray or black dress pants, gray or black vests and black blazers, same rule with footwear.
"Well your guys' uniforms are alright," I groaned. "I hate skirts. I've hated them for years and years."
"Well that sucks doesn't it?" Jamis asked, brushing past me.
I wasn't violating dress code today save my socks but tomorrow...say hello to rainbow accessories. Raibow necklace, earrings, stud belt, socks...it was going to be great.
"To the office then, da?" Dmitri asked me, gently taking my elbow.
"Hey Dmitri?" I said while we waited in the posh-looking office.
"Chto?" he asked.
"I'll assume that means 'what'. Can you teach me Russian?"
He blinked at me, as if startled. "Teach you?"
"Yeah. I want to learn. It's a pretty boss language."
He smiled. "I agree."
"Okay well I know da, nyet, chto and horashow. That's pretty much it."
"Have to start somewhere. But I think I should teach you to write in Russian first."
"Fun," I replied, grimacing.
"Very," he laughed. "Still wish to learn?"
"Da."
"Alright. I'll add it to your studies."
"Great! Don't any of the others want to learn?"
Dmitri shook his head, somewhat sadly. "It's not that. They already know Russian. But they are not Russian and therefore do not let it slip like Andreiovich and me."
"They already know Russian? Damn. Any othe languages I should be aware of so I can learn them?"
He laughed. "Yes. Greek, ancient Greek, Latin, Spanish, Mandarin Chinese, Korean, Japanese, German, French, and Romanian among others."
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