"I think, at this point, I would give anything for my father just to be some random guy in a bar somewhere or something. Normal. Somehow, though, I doubt that would the case" she stared at the letter. Anthony had said someone had wa ted to keep this from her. She doubted she was interesting enough to warrent anyone too powerful in the school to stop her getting mail.

was she in the vacinty of her father? 

She shook her head, to clear it of these pointless thoughts."alright, I dont really want to go back to class anyway. Lets go" she stood, "lets go bowl"

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Kalinda glanced over her should at the boy that was complaining outloud, he was playing with a bow. She rolled her eyes, then fkung the bow up and into her hands, she handed it back to him "I think this class is to get us thinking what we would do if we couldnt use them. Or learn hlw to fight with them. What would you do against mimic, who cluld easily do what I just did take ykur bow?"