"So." Aria said. "Since they decided to change everything for the third time this month, Breakfast is at ten, so be in the mess hall by nine if you want the good stuff. And they give us an hour to eat or do whatever we want to do and then we start our classes. Do you have a class at 11:00?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
When I walked into the classroom I saw very strong men lining the walls. Next to them were either weights, punching bags, or mats. Everyone else came in a few minutes later. When the bell rang, everyone sat on the floor. It seemed like they all had a place. I stood there looking clueless as a man walked in the room.
"Why aren't you sitting?"
"I'm new here, and I don't really know where to sit."
"Take a seat in the back, Miss..."
While I walked to the back of the room, all of the eyes watched me judgmentally. Right when I sat down, the man told me to come to the front.
"Miss Jenson! Would you like to demonstrate how to get out of a headlock?"
"Oh, um... I um, I don't really- um I'm not sure how to-"
"Oh, come on! You can do it!"
I opened my mouth to protest, but couldn't seem to do it. I hesitantly walked to the front and he immediately put me in a headlock. Since I wasn't expecting it, I screamed and slapped him. The kids laughed at me and I felt my cheeks heat up.
I didn't really know what to do in a situation like this. I wasn't ever taking any 'self defense' classes at school. I wasn't ever a secret agent. I stood there trying to figure out what to do. Eventually, I got an idea. I bit his arm very hard, and then turned around. When he was holding his arm, I punched him, then kicked him and he fell.
He lay there holding his arm in agony.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, here let me help you up!" I offered him a hand and he accepted. But he just flipped me and I was the one lying on the floor. Once again, everyone was laughing at me as I lay on the floor in pain.
"That, Miss Jenson, is why we don't help opponents get up." he said.
"Yea, I see that." I said, helping myself up.
The rest of the class was just me with one of the personal trainers- the strong guys lining the wall- punching bags. Class mates were staring at me the whole time, making idiotic comments to their friends, who, by the way, knew how to get out of a headlock. And knew not to help opponents up. And knew that when you punch a punching bag to hard, it comes swinging back and will knock you over or, at the least, internally bruise you.
A few weeks later, I was called to the main building. I was really scared and confused. I hadn't managed to get in trouble on my second month, had I?
When I got there I was directed to the office. I opened the door, sat down my bag, and took a seat in the chair.
"Hello, Miss Jenson."
"You, for only being here for two months, are very very smart, convincing, beautiful, strong, and most importantly, brave. I feel that you could catch someone that no one, so far has been able to catch. But when you find them, you will need to kill them. Lure them out, at least."
I nodded. "Yes, ma'am. What's the case?"
"A group of twelves. They Kill teenage girls. Thats it. They are in the U.K.right now in Camden. They've been doing this forever, and Miss Jenson, it's up to you to stop them."
From the two months, I have became physically and mentally stronger. I'm warming up to the academy and the people, still hate me, except Aria. Beckett still hasn't spoken to me, self defense is still lame. But I have been expecting a mission soon. And now that I have one, I don't know if I am up for it. I don't have a choice any way.
"Ok. Thank you ma'am. When do I leave?"