Marley POV
After breakfast Bessica and Beck were going on and on about how Kayla won't be able to show her face at mealtime again for at least a week. As they took me to go to my first class, I have no idea what it was called, where we learn 14 different languages. Oh. I know about 20 different languages.
In class the teacher asked "Marley would you please tell me the phrase 'Get of your high horse' in Latin for me."
"Salvum equum tuum in" I said right as he finished talking.
"Very good now 'It's raining cats and dogs outside'?"
"Foris canes at feles Pluit'"
"Very good. I'm guessing you have had training before."
"Asante!" I said in Swahili.
Then the class started applauding and looking at me like I was god.
Well I told you I was going to be top of the class
After the day was done I went to my room to find Taylor jumping up and down and it looked like she was about to break the floor.
"When did Kayla die and how and why aren't we having a party?" I said with a smile.
"No. She didn't die but I just found out that tomorrow we get to go into town to do a Cove-Ops mission and you are going to be my partner." Taylor said excited.
"Ok so we need to start getting ready ASAP." I cried out.
Taylor stopped bouncing and said "About that I have nothing to wear. And nothing for me too look good with."
"Well you look my size for every thing so use some of my clothes." I said walking towards my closet. Then I pulled out a Denim dress with hanging sleeves with a black leather spiked belt, and then I pulled out a pair of biker boots with straps strewn about. "Here you go. One hot outfit for one hot chic." I handed her the clothes.
"Omg. Thank you so much. But what are you going to wear?" She said. While I pulled out a pair of knee high boots, a mini skirt, a red top that matched my hair, and a short leather jacket.
"Tomorrow Roseville isn't going to know what hit em."