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Posted by Deleted on Jun 10, 2016 19:16:33 GMT -6
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Protein shakes are hella gross. Victoria learned that the hard way as she took a sip from her travel cup. She'd stick to Gatorade from then on out. Stretching in her gym clothes, the blonde teen was nervous for private lessons with the mansion's defense instructor. What if he's mean and scary?
She'd do what she had to do to learn. It was one of the classes she really wanted to take, and her parents made her. With her attacker still on the loose, she was almost too afraid to walk through a park alone anymore without knowing how to protect herself. She was super petite and could make flashlights glow. While pretty, it didn't help her any against wings that shot bullets through the police.
You can do this. She hoped. Victoria prided herself on being an athlete. Dancing on Ice was her game but she dabbled in Volleyball, Cheerleading, and Gymnastics in the past as well. Would it help? She certainly hoped so. The butterflies in her stomach were eating away at her. He wouldn't laugh when she couldn't punch anything worth a darn, right? The Minnesota girl hadn't hurt a fly in her life.
She double-checked the laces in her running shoes and waited for the teacher. Is he even awake? She was early and it was early. The sound of the door opening answered her question for her. "Hi!" She stood nervously with her hands on her hip, waiting for him to introduce herself. The lights were still off, she realized. Hopefully she was supposed to come in already. Getting in trouble in the first class wouldn't be cool.
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