Rowan, Practice
Rowan didn't comment on Priscilla's tardiness. Esther had that covered. She turned instead to the end of the course, calling out times. "5 minutes and thirty three seconds, Mr. Fallson, and a shameful 333 seconds it was. If you can stand straight and walk off your injury, I'll allow you to come back when you aren't indisposed. Otherwise, get ready to go again. Ms. Russet, 4:56. Be more dignified, or I'll penalize you time. You'd be dead in the field. Goldstein, 4:30. Mr. Oak, you were mediocre until the hurdles. Then things took a nosedive. 4:59. I'd suggest trying it again."

Rowan sighed and closed her scroll, walking toward the fallen Priscilla. Her face was impassive, and her voice calm as she looked down at the girl. "Get up, Ms. Montgomery. Try again."

Amaranth, PE

"I do have something to prove, but it's a long story. Maybe I'll tell you on that weekend dinner." Amy winked, then took a sip of her water and turned away.

####. Push ups. Amy sighed, starting hers reluctantly. To finish as fast as she had, it had taken her a lot of energy. The straight shift to pushups was brutal. She'd be feeling this tomorrow...