Celine had hammered these training regimes into me all day till the sun began to set.
I lay on the grass, panting hard, as every single part of my body begins to ache.
I don't know exactly why we had to do everything today, from the punchbag, to the monkey bars, to the row of tires, to the weights, climbing and balance log.
I feel like melting into the dirt.
And the worst part, besides the punching pinching bag, she said I did terribly in every aspect.
I don't think I'll have to wait for The Clawing to be killed, Celine will do that just fine within the week.
A shadow looms over me, and I find it to be Celine.
"Get up, we have to go." She says, and heads for her bag.
Leaving me to get up on my own, which I struggle upon for way too long.
When I make it to my feet, I search mu surrounding, but I don't find Celine anywhere.
All of a sudden, the creatures of the forest begins to buzz.
Chirping of crickets, croaking of toads, rattling of rabbits in the bushes.
