' thank god that's over now, it was painful having to sit there and wait for him to finish his awful class. The only thing he did was make fun of the students the whole time.'
As I'm walking out of the classroom, I see Ray and Zem walking and chatting together. They seem pretty familiar with each-other laughing and talking pretty freely. I end up walking into the wall while trying to listen to their conversation .
" ow, my head, that hurt a lot." I said in pain on the ground. " Hey, are you okay." A strong looking boy approaches me, his spiky black hair swayed to his side. His tan complexion making him shine from the lights. He extends a hand outward to me and I take it without a second thought.
" Yo, are you okay that looked like it hurt a lot." Zem states sincerely. Ray looks over his shoulder like I'm a nuisance and distracts himself with other things. We talk to each other for a while and get to know the other better. We exchange info on favorite hobbies, food, and friends. We end up at our next class in no time at all. Ray had a different class second period so we split up along the way. We get to class D-5
Zem walks in first, slamming the door open as he goes in. I walk in after him and take a seat next to him. We continue our conversation until the classroom starts to fill up. " Looks like our other teacher let us out pretty early," I say annoyed with how long we have had to wait for this class to start. Zem agrees and laughs. We joke around getting along pretty well for only knowing the other for like 10 minutes.
Right as we say this a man with brown hair walks in. " Take your seats class. I am Mr. Brown and Today we will be covering basic fighting techniques. Now who hear knows a type of fighting style."
Zem raises his hand and he gets called on by the teacher. "I know boxing." Zem says ecstatically standing up. " Very good, does anyone else know a type of fighting style. Really no one else." He says shocked out of his 30 class 1 learned how to fight.
" Well this is surprising, I thought at least 10 of you would be able to fight. This is your homework for tonight. Now this is not due anytime soon." He says tapping his hand on his desk with his fingernail making a slight noise. " All of you will need to learn a fighting style in three months , or you will face immediate expulsion ." He says calmly. One of the kids pipes up " b-but sir, it takes a while to learn a fighting technique how are we supposed to learn a style in 3 months."
" Figure it out, this academy only trains the best of the best. You are still in your testing phase to see if your worth the effort of training." He states " It's not my problem if your not able to keep up with others growth."
' this school doesn't make any exceptions. I need to start thinking about what style I should pick up before I get dropped.'