... has not finished until the instructor says it has. What are you?” There was a flash of something, almost rebellious, in her eyes until the veil of indifference dropped down and she replied in a dull monotone. “I am a weakling. I am nothing. I am not worthy of the honour bestowed on me. ...

... did was turn her head away from her cousins. Ignoring her rushed words. Winona’s face suddenly grew pale and she stretched out her arms to reveille to Veronica her bruises, cuts, and burns. Her wrist were slit and quickly overflowing with blood, but Winona didn’t move. She stayed standing. ...