t0p 5ecr3t by Leah (sight word readers txt) 📕

room. The room could be set to any location based on a certain mission. For example, before my mission, they set the scene to the data base in Glaciem and had us run through it. They have holographic guards that could hurt you if you’re not careful.
In the middle of the arena was a complicated stone maze. The maze could be arranged and rearranged depending on your training. Inside the maze, there where traps, holographic knife throwers and gun men, and sometimes the floors moved or a boulder shifted. It was designed to confuse you and it was hard to overcome. There was tower that overlooked the maze that trainers would sit in to control what happened to you. A tall stone fence surrounded the maze so people could get by without interfering with the training.
I the left corner nearest to me was a large sparing area that looked similar to a professional wrestling arena. You where each supplied a weapon that couldn’t physically harm your opponent, but could really hurt depending on what you use. Right now a gun fight was going on. Paint flew back and forth between the fighters. As I watched a small blonde girl ducked behind what looked like an upturned picnic table. A large scruffy man was shooting green paint after her.
In the right corner was an archery range and a sword arena. Dummies with targets on their head and chests where placed in a circle for sword practice and in rows for archery.
“Let’s head back to the dorm.” Nectar said pulling me away from the huge glass window.
Class rooms filled the first floor on the east side, and so all the dorms where placed on the second floor. Black doors with number plaques aligned the white stone walls. There were a hundred doors total, but only half where taken. My dorm was number 42 about seven doors from Nectar.
Inside was a two roomed house, almost like a hotel room. It had a small bathroom, a double twin bed, two closets (one in the bathroom,) a desk, a TV and Xbox, a microwave, and a mini fridge. I didn’t need really need a kitchen since we had to eat in the mess hall.
“How to you live like this?” Nectar said coming in beside me.
I looked around. “Like what?”
She picked an old pair of shorts off my desk. “Like this.” I guess you could say I’m not the cleanest person in the world.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said making my way through piles of books and garbage trying desperately to reach the mini fridge.
“Ugh, gross!” Nectar bent down and pulled away the sheets for my unmade bed revealing a hard shell taco.
“What?” I asked throwing her a pop. “I was hungry.”
She stared at me then burst out laughing. “I cannot believe you!” She said in between chuckles.
Finally when the laughter died down she stood. “Well, I will see you at dinner.”
I smiled. “See you then.”


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Publication Date: 04-24-2012

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