The next day, I packed my training gear in my backpack—tight-fitting black pants a long-sleeved black top, and boots designed to keep me light on my feet.
My heart thrummed with anticipation. Today was the day it was all starting.
During lectures, I kept glancing at the door, waiting for when Tavian would walk in. There was no sign of him, and I was more than glad.
He was the last person I wanted to see after he'd tried to slit my wrist with a pen.
Just remembering the cold metal tip against my skin sends a shudder through me.
When the professor announced an upcoming test, the room roared with groans but I barely heard it. I was already counting down the seconds to when the lectures would end.
The bell suddenly rang and as I packed my things, an announcement blared through the speakers.
'All contestants for the trials, report to the training ground immediately."
Mira lit up beside me, "It's starting!"
she squealed as she grabbed my hand.
