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OlympusBlood
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My plant wilted, and I frowned. The person next to me I'd barely ever uttered a word to. He ignored my struggle, and I didn't really know what to do. My notes told me that I needed to do something but how I wasn't sure. Another class I was going to fail. Luxana came inside late, but our teacher just continued with the lesson as if nobody had turned up late. If I wasn't so bad at healing, I'd probably turn up in the last five minutes. I'd trade away my talent, whatever it is, to get good at everything I actually need to be good at. I chose trying to help the plan a bad option. I'd do it wrong, no doubt.