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Post by Winter Monroe on Jul 25, 2006 16:25:05 GMT -5
-As weeks passed Winter spent most of her time in the gym. She hated going to class but it was something she had to do. Anderson she barely talked to lately she just wasn't in the talking mood. The kids at school talked she heard rumors about her dad. It was like putting salt in a open wound for her. She just ignored it. as soon as class was over she would go visit her mother for a bit then go use the training room her father had. Where they use to practice. Anderson wouldn't spar with her, for it crushed his ego too much to get beat by a girl. Her mother tried bit she was nowhere near as good as her. Winter sat on the floor in the studio staring at the dummy she practiced on. Her mind was lost in a lot of thoughts at the time. She slipped her glove on,making sure it fit tightly. "Remember, Winter your stance and gracefulness with the sword will be the most important. But never lose sight of your surroundings. Your almost getting as good as me." A small smile came to her when she remembered her father's words. At least she had this to remind her of him. Winter's body was already sore from her workout the night before but she wasn't going to let it stop her. She pulled the sword out of its case, twirling the sword around with one hand as she warmed herself up. Right now she would practice but really she needed to talk to her sister.-
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