"Wow, what a ripoff. I should have confiscated the trinket at least." Diamond whispered to Amy as they headed off to the lockers. As soon as the door to the gym clicked shut behind her, her posture slumped. "Oooow," she complained, "First combat, then grimm studies, then this. So glad the next class is computers. I can't wait to sit around and do nothing for an hour."

Checking the time, she figured out there was plenty of time to get a shower before she had to head to the next class. If she wasn't sweaty before, she certainly was now and it was starting to feel like a second skin. To be honest, she would have taken the shower even if it meant being late to the next class. Grabbing her hat she didn't even bother changing and headed straight for the team's room.

The hot water did wonders, washing part of the fatigue away. It made Diamond want to crawl into bed and sleep, but alas there was still one period she had to attend before she could go laugh at everyone who picked and optional. Truth to be told, the girl was wondering why art and botany would be taught at combat school - she supposed it was more to give the students time to relax, which she could do on her own just fine - and she didn't take psychology for a science.

When she was done she got into a new change of clothes and headed of to the next class, wondering what that would be like. So far none was exactly what it appeared to be on the first sight, and if experience was anything, there would be a great amount of physical exertion incorporated in it [i]somewhere[/i]. That train of thought got derailed however when she saw the teacher, who she could only describe as a metal boy band reject with a hair of that length and amount of metal embedded in his face. Well, at least he looked geeky enough to know what he was teaching.

Walking into the classroom with a greeting, Diamond took her place and waited for the bell.