walkingnapalm

This isn't the strangest assignment she's been sent on. But it's not the most normal. She also hates it. She hated high school and going back there, any high school no matter how unique the situation is. She looks tense. She actually wants a smoke. She wonders if she's going to have to hide somewhere to do that. Which would be fitting or if she can just light up there.

She stops walking watching the class that's going on out there. Training. Learning to fight. It's been a while since she did that. But she remembers her training, the learning. The damn bruises and sitting with ice on various places trying to stop the worst of the bruises. It was worth it. She didn't have to always rely on what she could do. She didn't like what she could do anyway so it just made sense.

Liz pulls out the packet of cigarettes from her jacket pocket and pulls one out, still expecting to get into trouble for doing this.