Chapter Four

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I wake up early in the morning being used to the times that we got up. I get ready for training.
I brush my hair and put on a long sleeve black v neck, black athletic leggings and black tennis shoes.
Then I go to breakfast. I get a muffin and then I go to the training room. I see Four setting up knives for today.
I can tell he didn't hear me go in so I go over to the picking bags and just warm up.
He turns around I can tell.
"How are you doing that?" He is talking about how far the bag is going.
"Umm...... I don't know."
"Well it is good"
"Thanks"
Oh I wish I could just run up to him and hug him. But sadly I can't. I hear someone enter the room. We are about to start so I stop.
About 5 minutes later we are all year and ready.
"Okay today we are going to be throwing knives. I will be doing a trick so I need a volunteer it is fine if nobody wants to though I can do something else."
"I will volunteer" I say. I know what he is going to do.
"Okay, go stand in front of the target"
"Okay, this is easy"
"Okay and if I see you flinches your out. Not so easy now huh?"
"Nope still easy. I have done this before" he looks at me for a sec and I stare back.
Then he starts throwing. He hits the same spots every time.

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