"Hi Ronnie," I waved.
She laughed too. What is this with Irish accents that's so funny?!
"I'm sorry, that was mean," she calmed down.
"Yea it was," I crossed my arms and stood up.
"Get ready, you have training to do with...Luke," she growled at his name.
I shuddered in fear.
"I don't wanna though," I whined.
"I know you don't, but you have to," Ronnie grabbed my hand.
"What's wrong with…
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