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After beating three guardians in my first class, and receiving some pretty hard hits which were most probably going to leave some bruises (which doesn't really matter
because I do not feel pain, or at least that's what I try to convince myself) I headed off to my second class of the day: Bodyguard theory and personal protection which none
other than Stan Alto. Making my way to class I took my time, I had to admit my body was a little sore, not that I would let anyone else know that, I was invincible remember?
So I sat down had a drink and changed out of my sweaty, smelly gym cloths because as much as I hate Stan and would love to come into his class smelly just to piss him off,
for me to actually sit in class smelling of perspiration I didn't like the thought and you gotta admit it doesn't really hold much sex appeal. And so I took my time changing
cloths and re-hydrating myself with some diet coke (which Adrian snuck into the academy because he thought I needed a pick-me-up) and eating about a dozen bourbons.
I ended up being about fifteen minutes late for class which wasn't that bad considering I have been later, but does that matter to Stan? Nope because as soon as I walk he
says "ah Hathaway I see you have decided to grace us with your presence today, how lovely. Sit Down Now!" which majorly pissed me off because does he take in that my
mentor/love of my life left me just over a month and a half ago after our night in the cabin (although I don't expect him to know about the last part) no he doesn't. Does he
take in that I just beat up three fully grown guardians twice my height and aching like shit? Nope, does he take in that I hurt all over and it might just MIGHT take me longer
to walk here? No he fucking doesn't. No one messes with Rose Hathaway especially Stan Alto "sure Stan but wouldn't you want me to grace you with my presence up there
with you, you know I could even show you some fighting techniques seems yours are nonexistent" I said this in a very polite, smiley face just to piss him off that little bit
more, and sure as hell he didn't like it, this was evident by the fact his face was red as a tomato and hands balled up in fists at his sides. My comment also earned quite a few
sniggers in the class which Stan defiantly did not like "now Miss Hathaway I'm not quite sure why I would want you up here when I just told you to sit down, and as for my
nonexistent fighting techniques you should look at yourself before you criticise other people" he said in a strained voice, obviously losing his self control "ha he walked straight
into that one" I thought "well yes I'm sorry I forgot you wouldn't want me up there with you I'm a girl, you would much prefer a man up there with you perhaps you should
ask one of the guardians? I'm sure they could help you with your technique problems" I added this part with a wink so he knew exactly what I was getting at "and as for MY
fighting techniques I took down three fully trained guardians today, tell me stand could you do that at seventeen while missing two years of education? No? So shut the hell up
and get back to what you do best, theory! Not practical!" I said screaming the last part. By the look and Stans face he was not impressed, in fact it looked like that ugly vain
on his fore head was about to explode from high blood pressure, and I bet what he was about to say would have been hilarious but right that moment I was just needed to get
out, so I bolted for the door (I already had my bag seems I didn't even get a chance to sit down and put it on the floor) and ran straight for the toilets at the end of the
corridor. I made it there just in time to throw up the dozen bourbons I ate right before class. "Damn" I thought "I wasn't even thinking of him and yet I still puke my guts up!"
I was angry at myself, why do I let him get to me like that? And now look what it has reduced me to! This is where I vowel to myself that I will never let anyone get to me like
he has ever again.
From now on Rose Hathaway fly's solo.
After class, well I wouldn't really call it class seems I didn't learn much or stay there for long, I decided to take the whole day off and head to my dorm. I wasn't feeling
particularly social today and just wanted some 'me' time to get my head straight. I'm sure Alberta won't be happy when she hears about me bunking off class but I think she
will realise I'm dealing with issues at the moment. Alberta is the only guardian here who actually cares about me, now he's gone Alberta is the only guardian I respect; she's
been like a mum to me. Once getting to my dorm I get in and do one thing I never normally do, lock my door. I never lock my door I always keep it open for the people I care
about to come see me but seems like no one cares recently and I want some alone time, so for me this is drastic measures, but hey that's what happens at desperate times.
Once I'm in the safe confinements of my room I change out of the cloths I have been wearing for the whole of thirty minutes and decide to take a shower because I didn't
take one this morning (I know, I know, its disgusting but I really wanted to try and avoid a situation like the one between me and Stan, but guess that one backfired) and plus
my muscles need relaxing after my intense workout this morning.
The hot water ran nicely through my long brown hair and down my back, soothing my tense and bruised muscles. Steam fogged up the glass doors to the shower making it
impossible to see through and it just seemed I was in my own world. Happy with no one to disturb me, a place where I'm not stressed and can forget about my screwed up
life and relax, my shower just seemed like heaven. After washing my hair, with a citrus fruit shampoo and condition I might add, I reluctantly came out of my own personal
heaven and back into the real world. "Well it was nice while it lasted I thought" drying myself with my red towel I suddenly came over very tired and the whole of today's
events were taking its tow on me and all I wanted to do is change into some very comfy sweats and clambered into bed, with my hair still wet, not that I cared I was just so
tired. One thing I only wished for is that I don't have the nightmare that keeps recurring each night for a month and a half; otherwise I'm just sleeping myself into my own
personal hell.