Girl of Steel and Stone

Chapter 7

And another chapter is up. So, I have already like twenty chapters or so written, but I really need to continue writing this holiday. And I have this huge writer's block I can't seem to get over. Tips anyone?

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Chapter seven

I awoke that day with a particularly nasty feeling in my gut. It was the reason I stayed in bed for five more minutes, making me hurry to shower and run down the stairs and eat my breakfast in a record time.

Stamina building sucked.

I was already tired because I had had a nightmare that night, so running laps and doing push-ups really didn't help. I was more than happy that it was Friday. I knew we would go out again tomorrow, training the whole day with the normal soldiers. A whole day of sneers in our direction because we would get the good jobs. But it was still a lot less physically exhausting and I needed that.

Martial arts sucked even more, if that was possible. Since the first time that Thorn had beaten me, there had been several more times. And now every match we went in for the kill, both wanting to win. It was a real massacre and I woke up covered in bruises more often than not.

Weapon training was great, but I was already too tired to be able to put everything behind it. I still beat everyone while fighting with knives though. It had been two months since we started working with them, but I was still the best. And I was glad about that. Because it meant I was the best in weapon training, which made Thorn mad.

Military tactics was home to more than one epic argument. Today was about the odds of who would survive an attack in a village. Thorn and I argued on more than one point while Mark silently waited until it was over. Since our first argument he hadn't tried to stop us anymore. We may have ignored him. Most of the students used the time to sleep or to laugh at our antics.

History was hell. Mrs. Brown questioned me about our homework and I believe I answered only two of the ten questions correctly. Damn it. I had been too busy with geography yesterday to learn well enough for history. Talk about shitty.

Once I was done shoving food in my mouth I put my head on the table and tried to sleep, but there was way too much noise, especially from the Second Years, because they would go to some ball in the Royal Palace over a week.

So, exhausted I went to martial arts and my partner almost beat me. If it weren't for the fact that he was a male I would have lost, if you know what I mean.

Geography was about the West, and not interesting at all. After this we would have the North and I was really curious about what would be told about my territory.

Mrs. Carter surprised us with something absolutely gruesome. Climbing. The. Freaking. Building. She had to be mad, there was no other explanation for it. We had already climbed the white walls around Daqu, which were fairly easy because of all the room between the blocks. But the space between the stones on this building was minimal. And there was no security for us.

I had a really, really, really bad feeling about this.

'So, today you will climb the building to the top of the third floor, touching the blue line before coming down again. No safety, so be really, really careful.'

Emely Rogers, a girl from MacLean's group, raised her hand.

'Rogers?'

'Have people died before? Doing this, I mean?' Yeah, she wasn't the only one with that question.