The Setting: The Career District Training Academy aka School
Age: 13 years old
Plot: After recieving detention yet again from one of her teachers, Clove decides to finally do something about the teacher.
By the time that the sun broke through the clouds and found its way into Clove’s room, shining on her fair skin, it was well beyond eight AM. Clove let out a small snuffle, tugging the covers further above her head as she rolled over in her sleep, her left leg falling off of the small bed.
She groaned as she felt the warmth on her skin from the sun, and with a start she jumped out of bed, looking around with panicked eyes. She was only twelve years old, and this was one of her first weeks at home with her Uncle as Guardian. He never bothered her much at all, never talked to her nor asked her about her day. He would simply feed her and ignore her the rest of the time.
She looked to the height of the sun out her window, and with a shock she realized that she had slept in by at least a half hour, if not more. She jumped up, throwing the covers across the room as she scanned the room quickly for some clothing that looked somewhat presentable. If she was late again for class, her teacher would have her head without a second’s hesitation.
Ten minutes later, Clove was running down the street, her bag flapping against her legs and her hair was whipped back from the wind, falling out in thick brown chunks over her blue eyes. The Career Training Academy loomed ahead of her, the massive bell tower standing erect and casting an intimidating shadow on her small frame. “I’m going as fast as I can!” she huffed to the tower, whose constant tick-tick-ticking was just stating the obvious. When was she ever on time in the first place?
She managed to slide into the doors just as they were about to shut automatically for a few hours until lunch, and she hustled to her classroom with her head down. She burst through the door, ignoring the faces of all of the other children rolling their eyes at her, or passing money amongst themselves just to settle their previously arranged bets that she would be late, yet again.
She tucked herself into her desk at the front, and from beside her she heard a disapproving snort from Cato who was shaking his head slightly. “Would you put a sock in it already? I slept in…” she explained, but he was already looking straight ahead at the teacher’s desk, completely ignoring her like usual. He was her best friend before she was sent away to the mental ward, and upon her return he was one of only two people that didn’t treat her differently. But Cato was the only person she had during Training, Since Nolan was the Blacksmith’s apprentice and didn’t get to go to training at all since he was too poor. District 2 preferred to keep those people who were too poor to afford going to Training out of the limelight. The truth was, Clove was lucky that her Uncle was wealthy enough to send her to the Academy, but sometimes she couldn’t help but wish that she had the life as simple as Nolan did.
“Miss Enfer… you’re late….again…” Mister Deeks drawled from the front of his class, tucking his hands in his front pockets and scratching at his bulging stomach. He nearly had the appearance of a pregnant woman his stomach was so large and round, and aside from the long scraggly beard that was just long enough so that he could accidently buckle it in with his leather belt (which he often did), you would have thought he was a woman in her third trimester of pregnancy.
“Yeah, I am.” She said, and there was a whisper of some remarks around the room.
“I think you would do well to pay attention to what hour that this class meets. We here at the Training Academy practice accuracy, discipline and precision every day. If you cannot meet these standards, then perhaps you don’t belong here?” He said, impatiently tugging at his beard, trying to free it from the clasp of his buckle.
