Jane O'Neill's Story

Next Day

Jenna

I yawned and stretched out my back as far as it could go. I was sore from falling asleep on the floor rather than my bed while talking to Mia.

For a girl who doesn't talk much, that girl could talk for hours.

"Something wrong, J?"

I turned and smiled at my team captain and one of my close friends.

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks for asking R."

"Good, then get started with your warm up laps."

"Can't let those Mortem boys win, can we?"

"Not on your life," she replied as she started to jog backwards in front of me.

"What's your game plan anyway?"

"Figured we'd go with the classic," she shrugged," You, Mia, Jane, Michelle and Headmistress Marcus stay to guard while Selena, Darlene, Jamie and I go get their flag."

"You're no fun."

"I know, but I'm all the rage," she smirked before her eyebrows pulled together," Why are you so tired anyway?"

"Stayed up last night with Mia," I glanced at her before shaking my head," Some guy caught her staring at him and she was wigging out about it."

"On a scale of 1-10, how bad was it really?"

"About a 7, maybe an 8."

"That's bad."

"Yep."