Chapter 4: Five A.M.

I got up, slightly ignoring the sound of my distressed alarm and blinked, letting my vision clear as I put on my rectangular glasses. I sighed, turning off the alarm and sliding out of bed tiredly. I was used to not getting enough sleep, usually I'd get close to five hours of sleep on the weekends and about three on weekdays. I knew it wasn't enough for my teenage body, but I ignored that fact and went on with life.

I walked to the bathroom, noticing the faint outlines of objects from the moonlight as I walked down the hall. I quickly brushed my teeth and put in my contacts and went back to my room, slightly refreshed. The next things I did were sort of a blur, seeing that I still wasn't fully awake and I just felt my legs and arms moving as I got dressed. I did my hair and makeup quickly and headed downstairs to grab my kind of breakfast.

I didn't like to eat in front of people. It wasn't how I ate, it was what and how much I ate. Dinah always told me to eat a little more or have a cookie once in a while, but I usually refused. I wasn't that kind of girl who refused sweets to impress someone or feel better about themselves, I just liked to eat right, partially for the sake of my job and partially for health. It was a win-win for me.

I grabbed a few carrots and an apple out of the fridge and ate as I walked around, picking up and packing the things that I had left on the floor the day before. I threw in my change of clothes and my few weapons (which Dinah called a few hundred) and zipped up the black duffel bag.

I walked back in the kitchen and looked at the time, seeing that it was barely five in the morning. I had thirty minutes till training began. I sighed. I wasn't prepared to deal with the teenagers, especially Red, but whatever drove me to have training at five-thirty in the morning on a Saturday made me feel completely insane.

I wasn't sure if it was my natural instinct, seeing that when I was in training I almost practiced twenty-four-seven, or if it was just my sudden hatred that drove me mad. Then again, It might've been my need to get used to working with them, and maybe seeing how good they were at obeying and listening.

I sat down at the table, taking a breath to calm myself down. I couldn't believe how nervous I was getting, I wasn't even there yet. I shook my head, mentally kicking myself and closed my eyes, thinking of what everyone's reactions were the day before.

I stood up, picking up my bag and walked out the door, locking it behind me with the pair of keys Dinah had given me. I didn't want to train the teenagers, I knew that for a fact. But after that deal I made with Dinah and the happy look on her face, I felt bad if I let her down, which was something I never thought would happen.

Although I was pretty much being pressured to train the teens, I couldn't help but think that I'd probably make one hell of trainer. I sighed. Honestly, I knew that they were all going to hate me, at least Red would the whole time, but I really didn't care. One thing I knew was that I wasn't going to let Dinah down, mostly since she was basically holding my whole fate in her hands, even if I had to make the teens work their asses off.