Chapter 11--Zayn
(Author's Note: Sorry if I'm skipping a lot of time and whatnot. And, sorry if it doesn't make a lot of sense. It will. Not sure when, but it will all make sense in due time. Now...enjoy! :) )
Alright, ladies and gentlemen! Here's how its going to work!"
The announcer for the training went on and on about the rules. We couldn't use each other as punching bags. We couldn't mutilate each other with swords. Basically, we couldn't injur each other. We could train on--or with--other competitors. Just on the supervisors of the specific skills, whether it be archery, throwing knives, sword weilding, and, heck, even painting faces. I, unfortunately, was shit at all of this. Sarah, on the other hand, was unstoppable.
"Let's go to the sword throwing!" She said in excitement.
I laughed. "Have you ever even thrown a sword?"
She shook her head. "But it seems like fun! So we have to do it." I was a bit nervous, and she caught on to it. "Come on, Zayn," She tugged on my arm. "Don't be such a wuss. If you come do swords with me, I'll..." She paused to think of her negotiation offer. "If you come do swords, I'll come do whatever you want, however wimpy it may be."
I thought about it. I did want to do the face painting. It seemed rather easy enough. "Deal," I said, going off toward the swords. She laughed loudly and followed behind. I thrusted a sword from a belt on the wall and swung it around. Sarah started shouting for me to stop. I looked her dead in the eye. She was completely serious. Crap.
She grabbed the sword from me. "You've got to take this seriously!" she shouted. "You could have really hurt somebody!"
I pouted. She was completely right. "I'm sorry, Sarah."
She ignored me, focusing her attention on the sword. She was definitely mad, but who could blame her? I was swinging around a dangerous weapon. By the time we had finished, I had sliced up two test dummies, and I was officially physically exhausted.
I couldn't keep Sarah's attention afterwards for more than a minute, before she went back to giving me the cold shoulder. She was cracking, but she wouldn't let it show.
Yeah, I screwed up. Big time.
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