Snippet #1304264

Classes were boring, and that was a fact. Esther could have slept through all of them and passed all the tests if she had to. Frowning lightly, she leaned back against her bed and stared at the ceiling. Buffer practice in thirty... She had enough time to get ready and get a quick bite to eat on the way. Frustrated with her tight schedule, the blonde hopped to her feet and changed into her uniform. Rick, the leader of the Silver team, had taken it upon himself to get her a uniform that fit her feminine build, and she was greatful for that.

With a slight sigh upon her lips, she headed down the hallway in her skates, expertly weaving between the students. Many students nodded to her, smiling, while others avoided her piercing emerald eyes. Esther smirked a little. Some of the students prefered to avoid her just because of her abilities, and because of her reputation with the buffer team.

She pushed through the gymn doors, slowing to a sturdy stop. "Rick!" she called, tilting her head a little. "You ready to start practice?" The blonde put out her hand, and one of the players tossed her the needed equipment. "I'm supervising today. I hurt my ankle during my training with French yesterday."

A couple of the players chuckled. Esther was one of the few girls who took agility, aka, battle training with French. She figured it helped her playing when helping the buffer teams. Then again, it hadn't helped when she sidestepped the wrong direction and her ankle twisted awkwardly. It hurt just to stand in her skates, but it wasn't like she was going to let anyone know that...