I'm so pretty,

“If I had to choose between listening to another word out of your mouth while I’m trying to train, or burn off my hair, I’d pick the latter.”

“Well, aren’t you a little dramatic?”

“I was drunk, so can you really blame me?”

“I guess not.”

“Watch your attitude, kid.”

"My attitude? I’m always like this. It’s nothing new, really.”

“I am really hungry, but it’s almost impossible to get up and go grab some food, because of how tired I am.”

“Ah, so what are you going to do to fix it?”

"I’ll think of something, always do.”

“Well damn. I really needed them. Thanks anyways I guess, Um…what is your name? I don’t think we have met.”

“You might find them eventually. I’m Evie, I don’t think we have."

“Well considering they’re falling apart in my hands, they aren’t.”

“How’d you even manage to make them fall apart, in the first place?”

I am so hungry, but my bed is so comfortable, so it’s pretty much impossible for me to get up and grab food, but I want to eat so badly, I am so torn!

“Persuade me.”

“Hm, alright. But in order to do that you’re gonna have to come just a little bit closer.”

“Have you seen my skates? I can’t seem to find them anywhere.”

“Can’t say that I have.”

“Boring! It’s about time that changed. Time to liven things up around here. Ah, I remember a time when the first years were eager and ambitious, causing trouble everyday. What has become of this place…”

“My thoughts exactly.”

So I saw one of the Level Ones having some trouble practicing for a physical exam earlier, but I wasn’t sure if we were allowed to help them. I kinda want to, though.. they seemed pretty frustrated.

And why didn’t you?

“I’ve been spending too much time working. It’s time to have some fun around here. Who’s doing what? What’s happening here?”

“Nobody’s doing anything. It’s a shame actually.”

“I thought boxing gloves were supposed to be durable…what the hell?”