Blackthorne, Gallagher & Royal?

Chapter 13

Rebecca's POV

So my first week of going to the special classes that the boys take went okay. The first day was the worst, they went so easy on me it was almost like they were afraid of breaking me. How is a girl supposed to learn how to protect herself if no one is going to take her seriously and teach her?

After classes the first day I went to Zach and talked him into seriously teaching me what I need to know for self-defense. I figured that if anyone would treat me like a normal person, it would be him.

Zach wouldn't work with me to start learning stuff for the classes, but he told me that he would ask the other boys to treat me like they would any other new student.

Second week of Rebecca taking self-defense & spatial awareness classes.

It has been going so much smoother now that the boys don't treat me like a delicate flower. After talking to Zach that first day, everyone has been treating me like they would anyone else. I have been learning so much and have been gaining strength. Dance doesn't build as much muscle as I need to go up against an attacker, so I have been working out in the gym when I have time.

Twoweeks later    

I seem to be picking up the skills that they are teaching me really fast. People are even commenting about it. I have even heard talk of them putting me in more of the special classes. I try to not let it get to my head but sometimes it is hard, especially when they ask me to demonstrate something instead of one of the boys.

They want to put me in more classes to teach me other fighting styles; specifically Krav Maga, Judo, and Kick Boxing. I think one of their theories is that by teaching me young I will learn it better and have an easier time learning as I grow up. Some of the classes require more strength than I currently possess, so they will let me work on gaining strength before they put me in those classes. They also want to put me in classes to learn how to spot a tail and how to know when someone is lying. I am in most of the classes that the white level students are in. They are still better than I am, but I'm slowly but surely catching up. I just have to remember that I am only almost 5 years old, and they are 5 to 6 years old. Wait that isn't right. It's past my birthday, I'm 5 now. How could I have missed my birthday? That's a monumental event, right? My birthday has always been a giant celebration until now, but I guess that makes more sense now that I know I'm a princess. It's kind of nice that we didn't throw a ball to celebrate my birthday this year, it's almost like how the maids' birthdays were, no fanfare.

Maybe now I can use the fact that I'm no longer 4 to help convince the administration that I can be allowed to all the classes that the boys take. I'm just in between classes of students. I'm not with the older group, nor the group that hasn't come in yet, I'm a class of one in between them.