Ever and I had been training for weeks. I was tiered and sore in places I didn't know I could be sore.
   "Are we done yet?" I complained dropping the battle stick, which was a bad move. Ever swung hard and smacked me right in the stomach, I melted over in pain.
   "No! We aren't even close to being ready yet! You haven't even attempted to master survival skills, and your combat skills are awful!" Ever spat nudging me with the stick. I rolled my eyes up to glare at him.
   "I'm tiered, and overworked," I sighed. Ever looked more pissed off than usual. The training room was silent except for my heavy breaths. I dropped my gaze from him, he was starting to piss me off.
   "You can have an hour for a lunch, and rest. I expect you back here and ready to continue at 1," Ever stated in a very drill Sargent tone (cadets was not my thing, ever.)

Henderson, Anne, and I went to the closest fast food joint. Sadly, it was a McDonalds. Anne and I didn't relatively enjoy McDicks food, but it wasn't a last choice. We all sat near a window that had a perfect view of the Pacific Ocean.
In my few weeks of staying with Ever on his yacht everyone had caught me up. The surgery, the traveling through BC, the yacht. You'd think a rich boy like Ever would have some Doritos or maybe some Pizza Pops, but no we all had to go and get McDildo's food, because it was close and greasy, (like Snape.) I poked at my Chicken McNuggets, really not that hungry despite how much I'd been working. Anne made a disgusted noise beside me, I looked over.
   "Chicken don't even have nuggets." She protested pushing the food away. Henderson made a slightly upset face at his nuggets.
   "Don't ruin my childhood lunch for me," He scolded quietly, "I will throat punch you." Anne grinned at his adorably violent comment.
   "You couldn't throat punch me," She taunted. Henderson made a vain attempt to throat punch her, and Anne dodged laughing. I kept my gaze fixed outside on the distant blot that I assumed was the yacht. Anne nudged me lightly.
   "Maxine, you gunna eat that?" She nodded at my salad, and I shook my head. She took it and ate it for me. We all sat in mutual silence for a while.
"Maxie, the letter said you, and Anne were supposed to take on the task...so does that mean-" I shot Jacob a look telling him to shut up. I hated him, I hated him so much. Yet I also wanted to kiss him. Why was everything so complicated. Henderson stayed quiet and gave me those lost puppy eyes. I hated him so much, I was so tiered, I shouldn't have snapped at him.
"What's your problem anyways!" He looked supremely shocked, "why'd you even help us! Why are you even back!" Anne stood angrily, and gave me a quick scolding, I ignored her. "Why'd you cheat on me, Jacob!" I was red at the ears, and people were staring. Jacob was quiet and very pink at the cheeks.
"Maxie, let's talk about this somewhere else. Please?" I stood and walked out of McDolts. I was so upset, and worked up. I was so done.

Anne came out a bit later and Jacob quietly followed. I stared at my shoes. I made a scene, and I could sense that Anne was pissed about that. All of us were tiered and tense from training, but I went too far. Anne walked straight past me and to the car, Jacob lagged behind. I couldn't bring myself to look at him.
"Maxie, I'm just....I'm sorry." He went after Anne, and I stood waiting for nothing, and no one.

I plopped down into the passenger's seat I was really tired, and felt like a complete fool. I didn't want to deal with Anne, or Henderson so I averted my gaze outside. I was focusing on everything around us to try and calm down when I noticed a familiar car.
   "Jerry!?" Anne gave a miffed sort of comment as I leapt from the car. I made my way over to her car as fast as I could (which was pretty fast considering I was on the track team for all of one year). It didn't even occur to me that she could be inside the restaurant, or that I hadn't phoned my mom since this whole adventure began. I tapped on the heavily tinted windows... I have no idea how she saw out those. Obviously there was no response from the inside. I tried the handle, because that's a logical thing to do. It didn't budge. I suddenly started to second guess myself... what if this wasn't Jerry's car? What if this was just a model that looked like Jerry's car? Was that even Jerry's license plate? What if the real owner was coming out now and saw me trying to break into their car and they already called the cops? My thoughts spiralled a thousand different directions and froze when I heard someone call my name. I turned to the sound of my name which people usually do. There stood Jerry in all her makeup artist glory. Her bun was falling sideways, and I could tell from the many makeup lines on her jeans that today had not been good. She looked pissed to see me.