Friday
"Aah, Friday—my favorite day of the week," Dmitri said with the kind of enthusiasm that should honestly be illegal before noon.
I was face-down on my desk, halfway into a dream where I was rich, peaceful, and—most importantly—not required to fight for my life as part of my education.
Then he had to open his mouth.
"Meet me at the open ring. We'll be having our class there," he added before casually walking out like he hadn't just ruined multiple lives in one sentence.
I groaned into the desk, contemplating if I could legally erase Fridays from existence.
Every. Single. Friday.
Combat training.
Violence.
Sweat.
Humiliation.
Character development I did not ask for.
Ravian clapped his hands like an overexcited camp counselor. "You heard the instructor! Let's get going!"
Around me, students were already getting up, stretching, mentally preparing to beat each other up in a socially acceptable setting.
