My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

We hit a bump in the road that brings me out of that happy memory.

"Hang on. The rest of the ride is going to be rough. We usually run out here." Nickolas' gruff voice carries back as we slow down slightly to accommodate the dips and bumps in the trail.

"Why not make us run then? I don't understand why we are being driven in if that isn't the norm."

I don't mean to sound like a teenager, but frankly I am and my anger at my situation, the way some of the trainers and some of the warriors view me and my position here, while better than when I started still isn't the best and it's pissing me off. But I can't blame them either. When I'm supposed to be doing the same things as everyone else, told what to expect, but not a minute later someone is trying to intervene and make something more comfortable and change the directive we were all given, but the change is only for me. It's bullsh*t and I'm over it.

place here, thanks to the perceived special treatment. Even though all of you have a brand that should make that physically impossible. I just wish someone would explain what the hell is going on already and give me real expectations." I rub my face and take a deep breath

to leave?" His voice sounds too

one thing that I chose, with no outside influence. The one thing I am good at. I need to be here, but that doesn't mean I have to be here now if my age or inexperience or whatever the hell is going on is a problem. I'm here to get better, not ruin everyone's chances

knows a little of what has gone on with me, but I try to keep what happened in my past, back home, tucked away in a tight little corner of my mind. I am here now, away from all of that sh*t and I really want it to stay that way, but I can't seem to get people to see past my physical presence. My age

when I get my brand some of the emotions surrounding these thoughts are tamped down, cause I am so tired of the emotional roller coaster. Nickolas growls in his chest. Good, at least he feels some of the irritation that