My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

I walk back to the bunkhouse with a plan to ask Osiston if I can have regular study time with Sierra on the weekends. I don’t know what training looks like, but I have to have some time set aside to get the work done if they want me to actually finish school.

I really like my classes in this ‘fast track’ they have me on. Battle strategies has got to be my favorite. I have never had better conversations with teachers before and so far all of them encourage different ideas and perspectives. I spend more time debating the validity of battles and wars in our history than I do paperwork and I feel like I retain so much more of the information having to dive deep like this. We also talk about what we would do to protect our pack as a warrior in each given situation or how we would change a strategy to make it more effective.

The kids in my classes are mostly Juniors and Seniors and they are really smart. They don’t treat me like a little kid, even though I am three years younger than some of them. They trust the judgment of the people who placed me here and just accept it. It’s the craziest concept I have ever encountered.

dresses, They all really need to meet. The boys chose to ignore us, dressing up was probably as high on their priority list as it was mine. I have no choice though, if the

she acted like I was not even there which made a few of the team challenges difficult and we lost all of them, not by much, but we lost which I am coming to understand is something that rarely happens. She is taking whatever grudge too far and I

observe. But I do all of the team training now, so I’m lost as to what I can do to make the team dynamic better. If it was just her and me I wouldn’t give a sh*t, but this is affecting the whole team and at some point they are going to retaliate on her or me or both of us and I don’t want

haven’t actually seen him all day today, but working with warriors it’s like a revolving door of assignments, so who knows, maybe he’s working for the Alpha King. Thinking that makes me feel stupid for wanting to sit and gossip with the guy. There is no way he wants to

want to say anything, but I was also specifically told to speak up about things happening to me. What the hell am I supposed to do? It’s been a long time since I had a terrible sleep. Especially with the way that we train. I am usually out like a light as soon as my head touches the pillow and a little groggy in the morning while I’m still getting used to the schedule. I really hope I acclimate a little faster, this sleep deprivation feeling is terrible. But I can’t stop thinking about what to do about Audrina and her behavior towards me and meeting

early breakfast. I didn’t establish Saturdays with Stella and Jack, but I figured checking