*Narrator*

The next day after school ended, Alina headed to the secret chambers P.Brown had informed her of last night. She had turned down Virginia's invitation to ice cream and felt slightly guilty about it. She planned to sneak away quietly but her plans were twarted.

CH: Alina, where are you going?

A: Nowhere, just the bathroom.

SP: The bathroom's that way. *points opposite direction*

And your a terible liar.

A: Look, it doesn't matter. Can you three just leave?

PG: No, we want to see where your headed to.

SP: It is a satanic cult? A mysterious chamber?!

WTF

A: Well, that's not happening.

*Narrator* Alina turns and struts away.

(SP) She must be stupid to think we won't follow her.

*Narrator*

Alina walks into the chambers.

It's kinda cold here.

She saw a girl, maybe eighteen or so, in the center of the room. Waiting for her.

UP: Name's Ophelia Nguyen.

A: Alina Jones.

Ophelia had medium toned skin, green eyes and brown hair with pink ombre. She wore a white battlesuit, twin gold daggers sheathed by her hips.

ON: So, Phoebe told me to train you.

A: Cool.

ON: We'll start with gymnastics. Do you know how to do a split?

A: No.

ON: *Sigh* Ok, spread your legs. This is gonna hurt.

(This is not sex, do not get the wrong idea.)

CH: Ouch. That looked like it hurt.

A: *Wails and screams in agony*

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*Narrator*

After two LONG hours, Alina was free to go. Though her legs hurt so much, she doubted she could stand, much less walk.

So Ophelia slung her over her shoulders and carried her, barely half conscious, back to her room.

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VC: So?

Water Signs: You're not gonna like this and we shouldn't be telling you this.