Rubbish collection

She huffed at that. Why put in the work if you didn’t want to be the best? Maybe it was different for Kite. treated most of her life as if she didn’t have a chance. She needed to be able to prove she could. To others, and herself. When she fought, it was with everything she had. It had to be, disadvantaged as she was.

He sounded like it was all so easy, he could just cruise by and be appreciated. She put her head down, scrubbing at the bracelet and scowling at it at the same time. Fearful that she would be too rough, she decided that would have to do for now, and found a branch to hang it on. She turned at last, back to Malik, before making her way over and sitting beside him. She spread out her toes, and looked up at the sky, as he was. “I’m training to be the best warrior in the Armada. When I'm done learning, I’m going to tear everything down. If I could, I’d take the Armada from its leaders” She said. Was it a lot to say to a stranger? More than likely, yes. But she was sick of pretending her life was anything else.

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