(A/N: Actually, I have decided to post two chapters! Like I told you at the last chapter, I'm done and currently editing my way through. I hope you guys already forgive me for posting sooooo late and neglecting my story and my readers like that. Anyways... enjoy!)

I don't own the song used in the story. It belongs to Disney and Camp Rock 2.

"I've noticed something about you," General Ivy stated.

I didn't say anything, letting her move on.

"Your strength doesn't vary on how you train; it varies on your inner feelings."

"My emotions?"

"Yes. After seeing you and Gemma spar, I've concluded that when the level of your emotions gets higher, you get stronger. It's very rare. But being Claudia Reaper's heir, I guess I should have expected this earlier. This is also the reason why I offered you private lessons, so you will learn how to control theses said feelings. You don't want to go bersek like Claudia Reaper after all."

I gulped at the thought.

"I have a theory," General continued. "That your impact emotions are anger and wrath."

"What's the difference?" I asked.

"One can make you a warrior and the other will make you a monster, respectively."

General Ivy pulled a lever. Behind her, the ceiling made an opening and released a punching bag hanging from a chain.

"I want you to hit this bag before we start."

I did. Then General Ivy told me to hit even harder until the bag was swinging.

The bag didn't bulge, but my hands were already sore in four punches.

"Now, I want you to listen to me. Follow my instructions well, and we will try to see the differences."

"First, take a deep breath and close your eyes." I did. "Think of your life back in Illea. Think of your family, your closest friends, and your lover if possible. Think of all the happy things that have happened to you."

I felt like I was floating. I smile slightly while thinking of May's portraits, Gerad playing ball, Kenna holding little baby Astra along with James, my Mom being in a good mood and my Father's pieces of advice. I thought about Aspen's very first note to me, telling me I was beautiful. I remembered the day I met Marlee when I thought all the girls in the Selection only see each other as competition and nothing more. Mostly, I thought of Maxon and Aspen…

My good mood was shattered when General Ivy said, "Then, think of the person who took away all of that."

I very much knew who that person was. His Lordship, King Clarkson. Even with closed eyes, I could feel my face working its way through a frown. I was surprised that my thoughts suddenly clouded with his evil deeds so fast.

I was even surprised that I hit the punching bag without my consciously knowing it.

I slowly opened my eyes. I saw my reflection on the cool, metal wall. My eyes were opened widely in anger. I noticed that they were changing in color. After two seconds, my irises were in the color of blood.

I started to hit the bag harder, making it slightly swing when I stop. I thought about my family. I thought about the footage of them mourning over my non-existent dead body. I thought about Aspen who sacrificed his life to save mine. I thought about how broken Maxon sounded in the Reports lately, hiding it with a fake smile.

Then I thought about King Clarkson and all the evil he had implanted in Illea. When I looked at the bag, I saw his figure, his face. Every time I hit the bag, I imagined hitting his face, bruising it and letting it bleed.

That's when I realized that the punching bag was already swinging in long distances every time I striked. I hear the chain slowly breaking. With one final punch, the bag did not end up on the floor, but rather flying straight through the metal wall, creating an imprint on it

After that my eyes went back to their normal color and I felt my adrenaline fade as I placed a hand on my forehead.

"My eyes, they… they turned red… What happened?" I asked.

"Your eyes can change into three different colors, just like Claudia Reaper: Red, when you feel anger, Gold, when you feel extreme confidence and Black, when you desire vengeance."

"I'm guessing Claudia's eyes were black when she went…" General Ivy nodded.

"Nice job on your first day with me though, you deserve a pat on the back," General Ivy smiled and handed me a first aid kit.

"What's this for?" I ask.

"Your knuckles are bleeding."

I didn't feel the sting until I examined my hands. She was right. My palm was bruised and my fingers were bloody. Giving out a long sigh, I went outside and followed General Ivy. While walking, I cleaned my wounds, wincing every now and then.

"Sit with me, America." She motioned for me to take seat beside her on the stairs going outside to the fields where the cadets were practicing their archery skills.

Each two targets represented a station for each squad. They were divided, from the XETAs to the BETAs. It reminded me of the unfair sorting of the caste system.

As I wrapped the bandages on my hands, General Ivy caught me deep in thought.

"What's wrong? Does it sting?" I shake my head.

"It just feels like being sorted into castes all over again, you know, after the training is all over." I said.

General Ivy slightly smiled and moved closer to me. "There is a very big difference between your castes and our squad divisions."

She gently touched my chin and slowly turned my head towards the squad members. They were taking their time off. Toni was holding a Spanish Guitar whiles all of them sat down on the grass, forming a circle. Fluorine, James's girlfriend was chatting with a girl from KAPPA. Some GAMMAs were laughing along with the BETAs. When Toni started playing, the XETAs and THETAs, being the party animals they were, were the first and the loudest ones to sing. Everyone else followed their lead. It seems like they have sung this song a lot of times, but they never got tired of it.

This is our song

That's all that matters

Because we all belong

Right here together!

There's nothing better

Than singing along!

This is our summer…

And this is our song!

I laughed as they sang. General Ivy joined me. She turned her face back to mine. "Now do you see the difference?"

I didn't answer but General Ivy could see it by my expression. The squads here were united. No matter if their scores were over the top or flunk bottom, they still treat each other like equals. They don't try to act superior. They make everyone feel their important because it's true. I couldn't imagine something or someone trying to break their bond.