The Secret Forest

Part 1

Authorized Personal: Yes
Job Field: Hunter
Location: Training Room - Sector 1
Age: 14
Magic?: None
Target: None
Name: Jennifer Lowe

   I sighed to myself, my knuckles groaning with every swing of an arm. Swing. Thud. Switch. Swing. Thud. Switch. My actions were as repetitive as a chorus in a subpar song. Every movement I made laced my arms with more weight and my knuckles with more pain. The cylindrical, red bag was attempting to kill me as it recoiled against my punches. I'm more than positive that I've had this thing hit me in the face before. Wait, am I sure that I'm not the true punching bag?
   I paused and looked towards the entrance to the room; the sound of footsteps bringing me out of my trance. "Oh god no" I whispered to myself. I quickly grabbed my black heap of a jacket and slung it on. As I threw the hood over my head, I shuffled towards the door with my head turned to the ground.
   "Nice try, Jennifer, but I've already spotted you," a cocky female voice stated. I heard a slight chuckle from those with her, but a quick glare in their direction stopped any form of amusement.
  "What do you want?" I looked the girl up and down. She was exuding an aura that screamed she hated everything and everyone and wanted to get all of her work over with.
   "Jennifer, you'll be training Johnny." The girls head turned towards who I can only assume is Johnny. "Good luck, kid." And with that, she turned around and left a poor newbie with me, a boiling puddle of rage. As everyone except Johnny left, I was fuming with frustration. 
  "What are they thinking?!" I screamed as I paced across the tiled floor. "I have no social skills! I have no cool! And I'm practically insane!" I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes; I had been gaining a headache from the stress. When I unveiled my vision once again, there was a confused and concerned teenager cowering in the corner.
  As I was sizing the guy up, I noticed that he appeared to be older than me - one to three  years in fact. He was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a baggy grey hoodie that would do him no good in a fight. I scanned him for any sort of weapons, no dice. I locked eyes with him, my chocolate brown eyes staring daggers into icy blue ones. I glared at him before turning my attention to the door and making my exit.
  "Hey, wait up!" I winced and quickened my pace, not even daring to take a glance over my shoulder. I will deal with this problem another day!
  It wasn't long before I stopped dead in my tracks due to an unfamiliar hand grabbing a hold of my wrist. "Aren't you supposed to train me?" pleaded the poor boy with bad luck.
  "Uhhh... no."
  "The woman back there said that you were assigned to me."
  "Yeah."
  "So why aren't you going to train me?"
  "Because I don't.... want to."
  "Well I don't want to die in this murder forest!"
  "I wanted to be nice when I grew up. Too bad we didn't get what we wanted."
   I snatched my hand away from his and began to jog to my house. I heard heavy footsteps from behind, no doubt that it was Johnny trying to keep up. "Jennifer, please!"
  I stopped jogging and looked at the boy over my shoulder. I gave him the coldest, dead look I could as I said, "Don't ever call me Jennifer again. My. Name. Is. Jenny." I turned away before I could see that Johnny had stopped following. A look of fear distorted his face; it was like he had seen a monster. I finished my trip home and locked the door behind me to keep out all... unwanted visitors.