2nd chapter's up! Your reviews for my 1st chapter basically said for me to write more and I've been trying my best to make it a bit longer. I hope you'll be satisfied with this chapter! Hope you enjoy!

*knock knock*

Was that a knock or….

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"OKAY! I'm coming I'm coming!"

I groggily sit up and look at the time. Great. 6:47am. Training won't start 'till afternoon. I trudge towards the door and come across 2 tall people, in Peacekeeper uniforms, standing in the doorway.

"SURPRISE"

My mouth hung open

"Mom, Dad?"

"How's my Clovey?" she asks

"Don't call me that" I grumbled

"Aww come on sweetheart, we haven't seen you in months" my dad says

"I know it's just….. What are you doing here?" I demanded

"Well, we wanted to talk to you about your training" my mom answers

"Training?" I could barely keep my tone down

"Come on let's talk about this in your room" my dad says

When we reach my room, my parents sat on the bed while I stood near my dresser, hands on hips and impatiently tapping my foot.

"Well?" I ask

"Umm yes, your training. About tha-"

"What about training Dad? I've spent a year in that center without either of you supporting me! I do my best like you expect me to do. If you're here to tell me off, I am having none of it!" I yell

"Now young lady, I don't like that tone you're using"

"We know how hard you work sweetie. We just wanted to tell you that you'll be transferred to the morning session, not the afternoon" my mom explains

"What? You came all the way here just to tell me that I'll be transferring to the morning session?"

"Yes we did"

"But why? I like training in the afternoon" I complain

"Craig told us your standing and he said you can beat everyone in your division. So now your father and I think it's best for you to move the morning session and that way you have new opponents to practice with."

I was in shock. Hearing my own mother say that I was the best in the afternoon session was a first (because really she doesn't give a crap about me training) I mean I really didn't expect that. Throwing knives, as Craig said, is for small and fast people. At first, I thought he insulted me because of my height but then I come to realize that he was advising me to at least try that weapon. When I first held a knife, I was scared out of my wits. But then as I start getting used to them it became a deadly instrument when played in my hands. So I went by it.

"So when will I start morning sessions?" I ask

"Tomorrow" my dad answers

"Ok then. Thanks for dropping by." I mutter

"Alright honey good luck. I expect more from you" my dad says

"Do your best all the time" my mom says as she kisses me on the forehead

And then they're gone. As simple as that. You see my parents can be total asses. They come in, tell me what to do then resume their work.

So now I'm lying on my bed, trying very hard to sleep but I can't seem too. I stay wide awake until I got tired of staring at the ceiling.

I take a quick shower, put some casual clothes on and head out the door and exhaling the air I realized I've been holding in. I look around and seep in the beautiful surroundings. I'll be training with more vicious and more skillful people tomorrow morning, I thought to myself.

So I started down the steps, put my hood up and start jogging all the way to the City Square hoping to clear my thoughts.

Ok I know it's a bit short but did it go well? Please review!