#ma-starters

And I'm not getting any stronger.

Jonathan was feeling bitter.  Must be a Wednesday.  He didn't dare to go ten feet near his sister while she mourns...if one could even call it mourning.  Mostly, he figured she was just pissed.  In the meantime, he figured he should get with the program, not that he knew jack shit about fighting.  Still in his Vineyard Vines sweater over his Tommy Hilfiger button down, he pulled off his outerwear and picked up some weights and began to work.

Eden sat alone.  It was a situation she’d been in a countless number of times.  But this time, someone she cared about was dead.  Sure, Eden and Scarlett had butted heads more times than Eden liked to remember.  She tried not to think about the time when Scarlett had smacked the poor girl smartly across the face.  But that time was gone.  Since then, Eden had actually sort of opened up to her.  They won’t the closest of friends by any means, but her death made Eden feel like Morgana Academy had lost one of its bravest students. 

She didn’t know it was possible to feel a gust of wind in such a stagnant place, but she swore a chill fell over her.  She folded her arms across her chest and held them tightly to her body, licking her lips and looking down.  Lately, she didn’t like to feel that she was wasting time, especially that her skill in knife throwing was growing.  Not a lot- but at least a little. 

And she hadn’t cried…not for a while- for her, at least.  She was fragile, sure, but she was glad that so many people she’d cared about had made it down here.  And lately, she wasn’t feeling so…weak.    She was beginning to sense just how weak people thought she was. 

What can I punch?

Is this punishment for having unprotected sex so many times?

I'm gonna stab myself.

Eden hadn't realized that she'd fallen asleep on a mat in the training room, but she woke up screaming.  The image of her parents, dead, simply wouldn't get out of her mind.

Okay, I don't actually know what time it is.