Marrissa leaned against the door, covering her mouth with her hand. The last thing she had seen of Jonathan before she left was his forlorn face, and a red mark from her hand fading upon his cheek. A tear slipped out, before she could stop it. She wiped it, taking a deep breath, and blowing it out. She walked from the door, heading for the dorms to change, and then for the training room. She bumped into Mark, quite literally.
"Sorry" She said as he bent down to grab the book he was reading.
"Bloody hell, people never pay attention any-" then he peered at her. "Are you crying?"
"No." She muttered.
"Liar." He smirked. "Where we're you heading?"
"Dorms then training room."
"Ill go with you." He offered.
"No really."
"I don't mind. Got nothing better to do anyway." He said, pushing up his glasses.
Wait, glasses? "Are you wearing glasses?" She inquired.
He turned red. It was sort of....endearing.
"Uh, yeah. I wear them to read." He
said, taking them off and putting them in his back pocket.
"Ah. Well, you can come with me." Said Marrissa, and he grinned.
"Maybe I can teach you my speciality?" He grinned.
"Which is?"
"Weapons of course! What, did you really think that Being an annoying douche was my specialty?" He asked.
She shrugged. "Yeah actually."
"Well that's about to change! Lets go."
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They were practicing with weapons. Marrissa was throwing knives at a dummy. Ever since her first training session with Mark, she was training Physical with Clare and Weaponry with him.
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Eutopialis failing
Teen Fiction***Story Under Construction*** #Wattys2016 In a world where everything seems perfect, Marrissa has a seemingly perfect life. Then she meets a mysterious guy, and steps into a world of danger, action, and a whole lot of romance. The sequel will come...
