Chapter 64

Ava sat by herself while she waited for the coach to arrive. She ignored the others, even Emily, as she stared blankly ahead of her. There was an ache… a hole in her chest. Like something had been taken from her in that forest that she would never recover again.

She should have listened to Mr Patrick, but she had been desperate–and she was still desperate. She could feel death looming over her. It would only be a matter of time before Claire succeeded:

“Ava Morgan!”

She was startled when she heard her name and looked around to find the coach had already come in, and the others had already started the warm-

“If you are still sick, you shouldn’t have come back. I will not tolerate your laziness. Every

Everyone participates in my class!” the coach snapped.

She didn’t look him in the eye today. It wasn’t worth it. She could only get her head around one fight at a time, and the fact that the coach hated her wasn’t at the top of her list. She slowly got off the bench and started slowly jogging

But as with every step she had taken today, the pain was unbearable. It had been getting progressively worse throughout the day. Every part of her

seemed to want to shut down.

“Move it Morgan!”

One foot in front of the other. She knew what she was doing couldn’t be considered a jog. She was walking. Slowly.

“I will give you a week of detentions if you don’t move your pathetic ass!”

coach’s inapproprime language didn’t even spark a little bit of fear today. She had felt real fear. She could

vast room and thought the coach would tell her to get off his floor as he always did once the others had finished. But he didn’t. Long

the middle, and the one look she had given him showed that he was enjoying this. He

you call the shit you’re doing, the coach said. “The rest of you pick your weapons and get into o your assigned pairs. We can’t let one weak human bring

She ignored it when her classmates ‘accidentally came at her with their weapons. The rage she

So comply

cheeks, and when she wiped them, she was surprised to see tears. She never cried in front of people. She’d probably had several melidown, but she

you crying!” Coach

a hearty laugh that had the rest

tough now, are you, Morgan!”

finger on it. Maybe it was the disappointment of

it was had succeeded.

and dragged herself around the room at a snail’s pace, and after a

I tell you to sit down, Morgan Coach Baxter

would make her life hell, even more than he had been doing. But she dels feel any fear alexut that just this

was wrong and what was going on. She didn’t want for class to finish. The couch iliouted and insulted her the whole time as she walked out. It would have been epic if she could have stormed out and then slammed the door,

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Chapter 64

it wasn’t Mr Patrick who sat at the front of the room, li was

Patrick?” she asked

frowned, and her eyes became cold as she inspected

your concern,” the woman said.

than an actual lesson. Jared or Emily, she couldn’t remember which, She didn’t want to find. out if those backstabbers had been telling the truth that time, so she sighed and dragged

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