"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…