3rd POV
The next morning Jasmine woke to the sound of her brother's alarm clock going off. She groaned and buried her head in her pillow. The curtains were then ripped apart and sunshine filled the room. Jasmine squeezed her eyes shut tighter and pulled the covers over her head. And then Scott ripped the covers off her. Jasmine curled up in a ball.
"Scotty." She whined.
"Wakey wakey." He smirked. "Come on, it's six, forty five. Training starts in fifteen minutes."
So with a huff and a puff, Jasmine dragged herself out of bed and to the bathroom. She changed into a pair of black, thin leggings and a black tank top. She then tied her straight, blonde hair up into a high pony tail, then proceeded to brush her teeth. As she walked out of the bathroom she noticed Scott was gone. She checked her watch, it was 6:57.
Jasmine bit her bottom lip then ran out the room, snatching her iPod and earphones off the dresser as she went. She plugged the earphones in then turned her music on and sprinted through the hallways and down the stairs. She passed through the kitchen, but stopped herself when she saw a basket full of fruit. She picked up a red apple and continued to jog along ignoring the 'Hey!' that was shouted after her.
Minutes later Jasmine jogged in through the doors of the oversized and spacious gym, all of the Alpha children were huddled around Beowulf and all of his brothers. Their conversation stopped and all looked back at Jasmine who was stuck in the doorway. She sheepishly smiled and took the earphones out of her ears with one hand and shoved them in her pocket. She then took another bite of the apple and hastily walked over to the group.
"Sorry I'm late." She said.
"As I was saying," Beowulf frowned and looked back at everyone. There are five stages of training. Some of you already know this, but some of you are new."
Scott glanced at Jasmine beside him and shook his head in disapproval. Jasmine shrugged and smiled as she took another bite of her apple.
"The five stages are, Agility, Combat Skills, Mental Strength, Physical Strength, and Pain Tolerance." Beowulf explained further. My brothers and I will be training you today, we will split you into five groups and you will rotate around. Fitcher will be teaching Agility, Blayze for Combat Skills, Tiberius for Mental Strength, Heath will be doing Physical Strength, and Dirk for Pain Tolerance. You will rotate each once my brothers think you have achieved the appropriate level for the stage you are doing."
Everyone nodded, keeping quiet as Beowulf continued to talk. "Oh, and another thing. I who know the roof runners are, or at least, I can limit it down to a certain group of individuals. Would anyone here care to own up to any recent late night activity?"
Again, everyone was silent.
"Huh. Well I hope you know you'll all be working exceptionally hard today. No special treatments." Beowulf's eyes darted to Jasmine then he looked at everyone else. "My brothers will split you into groups now." He turned to look at his brothers, "I shall be in my office if anyone requires me." He then strode out of the room. Jasmine watched as he left, a feeling of disappointment washed over her. He didn't even say hello to her.
"Where's Brandy, Lyle, Cydar and Jewel?" Scott asked in a quiet voice. Jasmine shrugged. She was hoping Brandy would have been there so she could have asked if she was okay and what they had injected her with
"Leah Woods, River Mayhem and Kayo Lang, you're with me." Heath called. The three called out walked hesitantly towards Heath and off they went to the weights area of the large room.
"Benji Morison, Agatha Queller, Scott Jedson and River Mayhem." Dirk Called. "This way," he led Benji, Agatha and Scott to another room.
"Hendrix Queller, Lyle Morison, Brandy Redd." Tiberius shouted. "To the Sims Room." Tiberius walked off to the side wall where another door was, on top it labeled 'Sims Room'.
