It was a long awkward few days of us sharing a tent. Jem became...strange. More distant than usual, if that was possible. Despite that I could always feel his eyes on me, staring into me, watching me, what was he watching me for? After training with Doris that day, I was paired up with Danny for the rest of the days. We discovered that even though Doris is a badass, it’s hard to learn from someone who can’t talk without her hands, and since she needed her hands to fight it was too difficult. Though she was always close by, watching, her hands flying as she glared at Danny, making sure he was doing it right. Jem was always there, watching from afar, the strangest look on his face. I couldn’t read him, he was just quiet, watching, always watching. I was a fast learner, as always, the onl
