Chiara's POV
Sweat drips down my face as I land one final hit on the punching bag I found to be my partner this training class. I was already partnerless, but the combination of beating Alice a few weeks ago, and my new reputation from the picture has made people avoid me like the plague.
I may not have anyone to spar with, but I haven’t let that stop me. I lift weights, I practice my aim, and most importantly I put everything into this training. Passing this class is my one shot at getting out of this hellhole and I won’t let that pass me by.
I grab my towel out of my bag and wipe my forehead, waiting for the couple of girls ahead of me to take their leave before I move to the weights station. As they go, I can’t help but overhear their conversation.
“I know it’s just a rumor, but I
