The Broken Curse

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activity she just participated in. Junior is already on the computer, playing some video game—Call of Duty it looks like from here.  
    "So, what's up?" Kara asks me as I put my things down and hop onto my bed.
    "I'm sorry," I tell her, shaking my head.
    "Excuse me?" She tilts her head to the side, a smile trying to break through her stone-like composure. It's like she's never heard the words before.
    "I'm sorry," I repeat, smiling.
    "Junior, did you hear this?" Kara asks as she leans over and pulls his gaming headset off his ears. "Ryder apologized to me. She does have a heart!" Kara falls backwards onto her bed, clutching her heart with both hands. She sighs and shuts her eyes. Then she bounces back up and grins at me.
    "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I mutter.
    "Hey," Junior says over his shoulder, a quick wave, before returning back to the game.
    "So, do you accept?" I ask her, leaning my ear forward to hear.
    "Duh. So, now that we're good, what's going on?"  
    "I decided to do the army after all. I got cold feet when I saw the vision last night, but I think it's what's best. My dreams can change, so we'll just have to make sure that you're always safe."
    "I knew you'd make the right choice!" she yells as she leaps from her bed to mine and envelops me in a hug. I fall backwards, Kara on top of me. Surprisingly, for the first time in a while, I don't mind the love.  

CHAPTER TEN
    yes

    First thing in the morning, I get geared up for a long day of tough decisions. Kara is sound asleep in her bed, with Junior's body wrapped around her like a boa. But, she needs to prepare, too. I refuse to let anything bad happen to her. So, she's about to get a dose of tough love. Today will be her first day of training with me.  
    I have to make sure that Kara is one hundred percent prepared for this war, or I won't bring her. It's as simple as that. But, I know that being left out would crush her spirit. So, day one begins now.
    I creep over to her bedside and, luckily, she's on the outside of the bed so I get easy access. I peel Junior's arm from her neck and move his leg, which is draped over hers, so she's freed.
    "Kara," I whisper, not wanting to wake Junior, too. I know how he is when he's woken up before he's ready, and it's not a good scene. Being on the receiving end of a tired and grumpy Junior is not somewhere I want to be today.
    She moans a little as I tap her shoulder and whisper her name, but she's not waking up at all. So, I pull her towards me, her leg and arm falling off the bed. But, it doesn't work.
    Finally, I just shove her off the bed. She wakes up instantly, catching herself before she face plants on the hard floor. She darts up and glares at me, but I put my finger over my mouth so she knows to be quiet.
    She looks backwards at Junior and softens a bit. But when she looks back at me, she's steaming. She grabs onto my shoulder, her purple nails biting into me, and drags me into the bathroom with her, quietly shutting the door behind us.  
    "What the hell?" she angrily whispers at me, her hands flying in the air.
    "We're starting your training today. Let's go!" I tell her, looking at my phone for the time. It's already six am. Usually, my morning run begins around five, so not only is she late, but I'm an hour behind, too.
    "Are you kidding me?" She glares at me with her hazel eyes. "This can't wait an hour or two? When normal people are alive?"
    "No," I state sternly, not relenting. "Get your butt in gear. You have five minutes. Do you want to be in this army or not?" I play into her soft spot. I know she'd do anything to be part of the group, so I use that to my advantage.  
    "Fine," she huffs and stomps back into the room.  
    Surprisingly, she gets dressed in under five minutes—which for Kara, is unheard of. Her red yoga pants are like a flashing stop sign. Topped with her lime green windbreaker, I know that I won't lose her along the way, no matter how slow she goes.
    "I like to start with endurance," I tell her as

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