I scrubbed the wood harder. It looked squeaky clean. I looked down at my hands. Gross. They were covered in dirt, and red from scrubbing so long and so hard. I looked around. The room looked fine, yet Levi insisted I continue scrubbing... And Scrubbing.. My yellow hair now had beads of sweat dripping from the ends. This room was hot, and I was tired. And hungry. And mad at Levi for constantly making us scrub so much. I wiped my forehead with my mucky towel, and got up. I left the room and placed my washing materials in the needed spots. Just how Levi would want them to be."ugghhhh.. Too much work.." I grumbled to myself as I walked down the corridor. I was gonna have a talk with Levi. He's gonna know what I think if all this eventually. As I quickly turned the corner I didn't see the wet cloth on the floor. As I quickly walked by, I slipped on the wet rag. "Ohhhh,Aggh!!" I yelled as my head hit the hard floor. My vision went blurry. I felt a stabbing pain in my neck. I just faintly saw the short haired figure, racing at me.Levi.
