Phoebe watched tne screen. She k ew she really wasn't good enough to even get close. Some of these students were more skilled then she was.
One thing was though, she was determined. She would succeed, hopefully, I at least not makjng a fool of herself. She toyed with one of her flowers, thinking.
"I come up with ideas, but then tnink, no that won't work, tnats stupid" she looked down at the flower, clearly not cknfident in herself right now. She let the flower open and close, grow slightly, toying. Phoebe generally got by by being cheerful, by studying things, and by wanting to better herself, but right now, she didn't see how thatwas possible.
"He doesn't seem to have any weaknesses, does he?" She put the flower down, "what tips can you give me on actually fighting?" She asked Ryan, but loud enough so tne rest of the class could here, hopjnv for advice. she was clearly worried. She took a deep breath, steadying nerself. It was just practice, after all.