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but I didn't. I shook my head, "The reason you said that to me is because you lack those things too, and so much more than me."

"Now listen here-" she tried to say.

"I'm done." I said dismissively. "I will be packing up tomorrow, and leaving. I will get into the Stone Fighters, but I will do it on my own."

"I'd like to see you try." she smirked.

I glared at her. "Watch me."

she humphed, and left. I was alone. And then I wasn't.
III

Mr. Sicho had slipped into my tent. I shot daggers at him. He put his hands on his hips, and shot daggers right back. I shook my head and leaned against the headboard. He stood there for a while, not saying anything. Finally he sighed.

"Brynelle. . ." he said.

"Save it. I'm not changing my mind. There are other ways to get into the Stone Fighters, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do." I said.

"Do know how low the entrance-rate is for those 'other ways'?" He asked.

"Yes, but the ones that do get accepted are usually the best, and go down in history." I shot back.

"Do you really think-" he tried to say.

"What? You think I can't do it?" I almost shouted as I sat up.

"No, Brynelle, I don't. I wish I could say otherwise but I-" I cut him off again.

"I'm gonna tell you exactly what I told Heptarin, okay. Watch. Me." I said, my voice low, and dangerous.

"You won't get in." he said.

"Do you really think that I gave up everything

just to leave, and never try. I'm fine with leaving, but know that I will try, and try, and try, until I prove you, and everyone else wrong. Just know that when you or anyone else tries to take credit for teaching me, know that none of it was because of you.' I said, harshly.

Sicho was at a loss of words.I got up, and marched past him, batting the flap of the tent out of my way.

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Publication Date: 11-01-2011

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Dedication:
For Sammy, you are sometimes the weirdest chick I know, but you are by far one of the funnest.