Sarra Sat in her backyard with her legs crossed and her hands on her knees. With her eyes closed, it seemed like the noises around her were louder. She'd walked herself through the steps that she was taught; Close your eyes, focus on your breathing, let your thoughts melt away, don't move a single inch, focus on all the sounds around you but don't think about them. She wasn't told what to do next, what to expect. Was she supposed to have some sort of Epiphany? If nothing else came from this at least she was relaxed. Uncomfortable, yes, but relaxed. A leaf floated down from the large maple tree that stood tall in her backyard, Sarra sat just beneath it. The leaf took its sweet time floating down from the tree just to land on Sarra's head. Sarra's hairstyle of the week was blonde hair that flowed smoothly into a long braid running down her back, the sides of her head shaved into intricate swirling designs that "reflected her spirit", so says her hairstylist. She didn't care much for the meaning behind the hairstyle but it was sort of pretty nonetheless. This leaf, however, landed perfectly on the top of her hair braid, the stem dangling down in front of her scratching her forehead. This leaf was not pretty. Was she supposed to ignore this? Don't move a single inch? Her muscles were relaxed but in her mind's eye, she could see herself grabbing the leaf and ripping it to shreds! No, she could do this. The ultimate test of her will, to persevere even under these harsh conditions. Another leaf fell, landing on her right hand.

[color=82ca9d]"Oh come on!"[/color] She screamed.

[color=fff79a]"Sarra!"[/color] Coyle hissed, [color=fff79a]"Not only did you break your concentration, but forced me to as well! Have some control woman."[/color]

Sarra shot Coyle an angry look, [color=82ca9d]"This is even part of my training, why does it matter?"[/color]

Coyle stared back for a moment with a deadpan expression. He closed his eyes and let out an exhausted sigh, [color=fff79a]"Would it kill you to just, I don't know, follow my lessons? Just once? This is the last teaching I'm going to give you, the least you could do is respect it."[/color] Sarra looked downwards. He had a good point. It wasn't always her intention to ruin her teacher's lessons, it just happened that way because of one thing or another. She really hadn't considered what her actions might be saying to Coyle, she never meant anything by her interruptions but maybe that could be taken the wrong way.

[color=82ca9d]"I'm sorry Coyle. I'm just stressed, you know this."[/color] Sarra said, looking up at her teacher. He was also sitting cross-legged but his hands were no longer on his knees. he must've given up when she broke his concentration. She was going to miss him. This man had been teaching her things since her fifth birthday, once a week for 15 years. Sarra's family had been good to him, letting him take up residence on their estate so he didn't have to commute weekly. It also allowed him to sneak in a few extra lessons every week to further her education and experience. Retrospectively, she'd learned so much from this man, it was amazing how much he had to offer. She would never say it out loud, maybe she didn't have to, but she respected this man's word more than her parents. Today was her last lesson. 15 years of learning and training and it all ended today. Her last lesson and she still managed to mess it up. She stared into his deep green eyes for a second.

[color=82ca9d]"Do you think I'm going to be alright? Out There?"[/color] Her voice quiet.

[color=fff79a]"I...I don't know. You soak up information like a Kova, but that doesn't always translate to real-world experience. If you do any good out there, it'll be because of that fat brain of yours. Intelligenti, what am I saying? You'll do just fine."[/color] He leaned forward patting her on the head, the long billowy sleeve of his blue robe slapping her in the face. [color=fff79a]"C'mon. I know you hate my lessons. Let's just call it a day. I need to start packing for my trip back home and, correct me if I'm wrong, but you still need to see the city mayor right? You should have done that already."[/color] 

Sarra felt cold, she wanted to correct him. She didn't hate his lessons at all and he knew that. But he kept up the 'Mean teacher, bad student' act anyways. She was [i]really[/i] going to miss him. but, If she cracked now it would throw away 15 years of work she put in convincing him she was the tough one. [color=82ca9d]"Thank you...For lecturing me one last time before I leave forever. Some teacher you are." [/color]She said, rolling her eyes. A wide grin grew across Coyle's face but he didn't respond. He just stood up and offered her a hand. She rose to her feet dusting off her backside of any leaves, twigs or dirt. Coyle turned towards the manor and strode off, Sarra following closely behind him. They stood about the same height now, but she was always going to look up to him. 

A tear rolled down her cheek; She cracked. This was the very first time she cried in front of this man, or behind him in this case, but she didn't feel the need to hide it. She was allowed to cry, to not be so tough. It was a shame it took her this long to realize that.