Six
Ten minutes later, after quickly changing into my training gear and taking a few moments to push down the anger beginning to boil deep inside me, I join my classmates in the vast hall that serves as the training center. Most of them have already moved to various stations around the hall—running, balance practice, high bars, stick fighting—but a few are still standing in front of the notice board examining the schedule. I move closer so I can read the names on the list. Two girls step hurriedly away from me, whispering to one another. Rather than shouting out that I’m actually not contagious, I pretend I didn’t notice.
I locate my name on the schedule and find my three hours of training divided into Climbing, Target Practice and Fish Bowl (Solo). My heart lifts at the sight of that sm
