This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Finally, Selina had reached the twenty-five push-ups required by the instructor, and was certain she had maintained perfect form, but she heard the upperclassman say instead, "The last three didn't count. Give me six more correct ones."
Determined, she forced her body into the proper plain and managed two more perfect push-ups, only to hear her tormentor snigger out, "I knew you couldn't do it."
She struggled through another push-up, fighting to maintain proper form.
"Barely," the upperclassman said, "but we both know you'll never do three more."
Despair flared through her. I shall be expelled from the Academy on my first full day. Why is he harassing me? My push-ups were in perfect form, but now I shall fail because he has required more than the drill instructor required of the others. Even if I do survive, there are sit-ups to accomplish, then the remaining calisthenics, and finally, the morning run. Why does my race cause my body to mature so slowly? she despaired.
"I'm waiting," her tormentor said, and she knew he was smiling while he waited for her to admit that she couldn't do it.
It is very fortunate that they have not yet issued weapons, she thought as her temper began to flare.
"Get up. Ring the bell and slink off the drill field," he said much louder...
Have a goodun;