You’ve had enough for one day, and you can’t stand Boris’ teasing anymore. Gritting your teeth at his jibe, you kick him hard enough to make him yelp and hop about on one foot. It doesn’t make you feel any better, even though he looks kind of funny jumping around like that, clutching his shin.

“Jeez,” he scowls at you. “What crawled up your ass? You’re getting violent in your old age.”

“Yeah, and you’re getting dumb,” you grumble, pushing past him. He had it coming, but you still feel bad for what you did. Kicking people isn’t behavior becoming of a cadet, and you know it. If Instructor Terra had seen you do that, you’d be in trouble.

The thought of Instructor Terra cheers you up a little. At least she’s going to give you another chance. She doesn’t have to do that. There’s still a few hours before dinner time, which means you’ve got enough time to get some serious study in before you see her again. Then you remember that she specifically told you not to study. She wants you to relax… but relaxing is what the lazy cadets do… isn’t it?

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