Chapter 8

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I was careful while following May, and it wasn't until a clearing came along did I show myself to her. She immediately gasped, shook her head and said, "I was just going to see you. I need to tell you about something."

I tapped my foot. "You mean that you and Bronie almost kissed? Yeah that, I know."

She didn't gape at me or scream, May wasn't like that. Instead, she simply held her head in her hands. "You saw that?"

"Yeah, I was looking for you after I woke up to Violet strangling Daniel."

She laughed and said, "He probably deserved it!"

 I laughed after that and said, "Yeah, he did. I almost let go of Violet to let her strangle him!"

We both smiled and laughed again.

"So....." May said, sitting down. "So?" I asked sitting next to her. "About Bronie," she said while turning to me. "Yeah?" I said smiling, knowing what comes next. "I like him." She said it. Finally admitted it. I laughed out loud. "What?" she asked, looking worried.

"I knew it!" I shout and point at her. "The first step is to admitting you have a problem, May!"

She blushed and glared at the same time. I laughed again. "Really? Was it that obvious......."

"No." I quickly say and stop laughing. "You were really good at hiding your emotions, but somehow, I can read emotions really good." I tell her, and it's true. Just like I can summon fire, I can sense emotions. Just another thing that makes me special, I guess.

"So, we've been training all morning, how we head back to the house?" May asked. I shook my head and said, "Twyla and Ben are down at the sword area. I want to check on them and gather everyone up to meet at the house." She nodded and we left to find Twyla and Ben.

*Time skip to where everyone's at the cabin*

"So, I decided we should be on a schedule for training." I say to our group. They all nod and I continue. "May and Bronie should learn some knife for close-combat and everyone else probably needs to learn the bow."

Everyone groans and I glare at them.

"Anyways, Twyla is going to work out the schedule!"

Twyla glares at me and I shrug. I wasn't going to figure it all out.

"Fine," she groans and gets out paper and pencil. We all watch her as she works.

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