I had to train with Averyl for the rest of the day until it was time for me to go. I was so exhausted that I just wanted to pass out right there in the arena. But as tired as I was, I actually learned a lot today about sword fighting. In fact, that was pretty much all I did with Averyl, he just trained me with sword fighting while also teaching me some tips. And even though this was my first time getting trained by him, he was a pretty good instructor for someone with PTSD. He probably uses his PTSD in order to train me well.
I mean, sometimes good things can come out of bad things.
Since it looks like I’ll be doing this again tomorrow at the same time, I might as well go and get ready. But as I was about to leave as I swung my backpack onto my shoulders, Averyl came up to me with a piece of paper in his hand.
“I don’t normally go up into your world,” he said to me, “And it seems that everyone up there prefers to communicate through internet messaging, I think that’s what it’s called. Anyway, I’m assuming you know how to do just that?”
“Um, yes. It’s called email by the way.”
“Whatever. Here’s the thing, since I don’t actually want to go up to your world and talk to anyone, I’ve written down a letter about an excuse to give you permission to miss your classes and catch up later. You can send your professors this in an email and hopefully, they’ll allow it.”
“Hm,” I raised an eyebrow, “Alright, I’ll do that when I get back to my dorm.”
“You did pretty well today. Good job.”
“Thanks. And thank you for doing this for me, you’re a good instructor. And I gotta say, you’ve gotten a lot better since the first time I met you, you’re actually getting better with your socializing.”
“Okay, don’t start to sound like a parent to me,” he ordered, “I’m the adult here.”
“I’m technically an adult too, you know. I’m over 18 so I’m also considered an adult.”
“Nah, I don’t believe that. I say when you turn 30 is when you’re a real adult.”
“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes “So I’ll see you back here at 6 tomorrow?”
“6 am sharp. If you’re a minute late I’m gonna make you run an extra lap.”
My eyes widen, “Um, sure thing.”
“Just go home, get whatever you need to need to get done and then get some rest.”
“I’m on it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I was about to walk out when I decided to give Averyl a friendly goodbye while holding my fist out to him. I don’t know why I was expecting him to give me a fist bump back as he instead just stared at my fist with confusion.
“Um,” I began to say, “This is called a fist bump. It’s kind of like a handshake but it’s more like what friends do with each other in my world.”
“And what exactly am I supposed to do?” he asked.
“You pound your fist against mine.”
He went ahead and pound his fist against mine, but I made the mistake of not telling him to do it so hard because that’s exactly what he did as I felt my knuckles crack in pain.
“Ow!” I screamed while shaking my hand.
“I’m sorry!” he quickly apologized, “Did I do it too hard?”
“Yep,” I winced, “Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. I should’ve told you not to do it so hard.”
“Did I break your hand?”
“Nah,” I assured while rubbing my fingers “You just cracked my knuckles, it’s not broken. Although I think we should just start off with high fives, those should be easier. You know what those are, right?”
Seriously? He doesn’t even know what a high-five is?
“Okay,” I held up my hand, “You’re going to smack your palm against mine, but not too hard, try it.”
Without saying a word, Averyl awkwardly raised his palm up and smacked it against mine. But unlike the fist pump which he did it too hard, he did the high-five too soft. In fact, it wasn’t even a smack.
“Okay,” I breathed while lowering my hand “We’re gonna have to work on that.”
When I made it back to my dorm where I read what Averyl had written on the paper, I was astonished by how convincing this fake excuse me. He decided I should tell my professors that I was joining this early law program to help me get into the CSI. Now all I gotta do is send that in an email to all of my professors and hope that they’ll accept it.
Besides, I’ve got about one more month of college before graduation so I’m sure it’s fine. I mean, it’s not like I’m destined to fail, I can always catch up. But still, it would be nice if I could just attend my classes in person like most people.
So, to make a long story short, I was surprised when my professors said that it was okay for me to skip classes as long as I was catching up online. I can’t believe Averyl’s fake excuse actually worked. And speaking of Averyl, he was really helping me a lot with my training. For the past 3 weeks or so, he along with Aria and the others trained me the hard but proper way. I had to admit, it was seriously tough and it did feel like I was in a military boot camp. But at least that I was getting trained by my friends.