"GET IN LINE, MAGGOTS!"
A deafening bellow echoed across the stadium. I turned toward the far end of the field and spotted a bulky man who was, without a doubt, our combat instructor.
"Hey, Selena!" I called out, hoping to catch her attention. But she completely ignored me and walked away without even looking back. She had been doing this ever since I arrived at the stadium, and honestly, it was starting to get on my nerves.
Let me back up a bit. After I was finally released from the vice principal's office - where they actually reassigned me to another room and arranged for new uniforms - I had planned to head straight to class. But with everything that had happened and all the time I had already wasted dealing with administrative nonsense, I ended up missing several classes. So I decided to skip ahead and go directly to the stadium for combat class.
