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[color=gray]Karen eventually reached her room after the confrontation she had with the arrogant boy. She wasn't happy, but god was she tired. She entered, and after some period of time unpacking whatever few items of clothing she had, she pulled out a decently long pole with claws on either end, and leaned it against the wall while she continued searching her bag. Eventually, she finished unpacking everything else. She sat on the foot of her bed, and stared at the wall, taking in the silence, and enjoying it. Minutes passed, then an hour, and she was still staring at the wall, her mind off in another place, before she jolted back to her senses. She saw the time, and almost swore at herself. Instead, she stood back up, picked up the metal bar that seemed adjustable, and opened her door. She reached up, and adjusted the bar so that both of its 'claws' touched either side of the doorframe, then she adjusted the claws so that they were firmly attached, and made sure they wouldn't come loose. After all that was done, she jumped up and grabbed onto the bar with a grunt, then started pulling herself up to the bar, making sure she got her chin above it every time, and then back down, then repeated that for almost thirty minutes. She eventually dropped down, and, while panting from the exertion, removed the bar, and threw it back into her room. 

She closed her door quietly, and leaned back against it, trying to gather her breath, before dropping to the ground after under a minute of rest time, and started doing pushups until her arms could no longer hold her weight. And there she lay, anger brewing inside her for unknown reasons. 
She had to beat herself up. She needed to be the best. She had to be strong. She would show everybody who doubted her just how wrong they were. With another grunt, she pushed herself up and bounced to her feet, feeling the pain ebb across the muscles in her arms, before she wiped the already boiling sweat off of her brow, and easing herself onto her bed. She sighed, then reached over and grabbed her phone. Without thinking, she dialed a number, and within three rings, it was answered.
[color=blue]"Karen? Karen oh my god! How was your first day sweety? Did you make any friends? How was your teacher? What did you have to do? Were there any cute boys there? Have you eate-!"[/color]
[color=red]"Mum! God, one question at a time please... It was fine, I made plenty of friends, my teacher seems very laid back, my class tested our quirks, yes there were some cute boys, and yes I have eaten. Is that all? I can't be on for much, I need to rest."[/color]
[color=blue]Of course sweety, your dad just wants to congratulate you, then we'll leave you be. God you're growing up so fast!"[/color]
The sound of her mother slowly grew quieter as the phone handover was underway, then another gruff voice, somewhat similar to Karen's, although a lot deeper, responded.
[color=orange]"How's my little soldier going?"[/color]
Karen couldn't help but smile, something that looked absolutely alien on her normally hard and angry looking face, and she mentally saluted her father.
[color=red]Good, sir. I trust the fort's been quiet with me gone?"[/color]
[color=orange]Aye, it has. And- yes, yes, sorry, we won't keep you. Your mother is biting my head off because I'm talking too long. Anyway Karen, you're going to be double the hero your mother or I ever were and you'll just keep on getting better, I can tell. We both love you. Have a good sleep, we'll always be rooting for you. Oh, and Karen... we're both so proud of you."[/color]
Karen couldn't help it. Her voice cracked for the slightest moment before she cleared it, then bit her tongue for but a moment.
[color=red]"Love you too... Dad, mum. Signin' off."[/color]
And with that, she hung up. She couldn't bare to let her father hear her cry, and cry she did. It was the first time her father was proud of her, and to her, that meant the world. She sniffled, after some time, then wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her tears already steaming. She leaned over and grabbed a fire-proof blanket, and lay it over her pillow before resting her head on it. She reached over, and turned her bedside light off, then closed her teary eyes, and entered the realm of dreamless sleep.[/color]