Chapter 6 "Who me?" Jackson glanced around nervously. Ethan looked around at the group "Well, I don't see another kid named Jackson, do you?" "Uhhh" he scaned the group. "Jackson, right there!" He pointed at a boy with black hair. "My name's Duncan you dimwit." "Hey! That is not kind and uplifting language! " Ethan folded his arm impatiently. "Jackson, come on. We all know fair and well that you are the only Jackson here." He walked up to where Ethan was standing, defeated. "Now when you disarm someone it usually means one of two things, the most common one is to knock a weapon out of someone else's hands. The second meaning would be to chop of their arm, which would also knock the weapons out of their hands." That comment got laughter from the group. "Now, I am about to disarm Jackson, the first meaning, of course. Jackson, hold out your sword, I'm demonstrating first, then you can try it on me." Jackson gulped. "Okay." He held out his sword. Ethan showed step-by-step, how to disarm someone. "Take your sword, and put it on top of your opponent's, then twist it, and push down on the sword and boom." The wooden sword fell from Jackson's hands. "Now, do it to me." Ethan held out his sword. Jackson successfully disarmed Ethan. "Good job, now do it again. " This time when Jackson tried, Ethan blocked him "If I did this, where would you go?" Jackson pointed to the forest, and the group started laughing. Jackson played with the drawstrings on his hoodie. "Theoretically, what is stopping me from doing option two?" "The fact we have wooden swords." Ethan answerd. Jackson muttered something in Spanish, I don't speak Spanish, but something told me it wasn't kind and uplifting. "I mean, if we didn't have wood swords." "Nothing, but if you were to do that to a monster, it wouldn't go to well." "Why do you say that?" "Because monster blood is bright blue, and doesn't come out of clothes." Jackson nodded. "Alright, that makes sense." "Anymore questions, or can I continue?" Jackson thought for a moment. "How can you absorb random bits of info like a sponge? " "I don't think that was random, and if I'm like a sponge to information, then you're like a hydrophobic cutting board. Anymore questions?" "If a fish were to smoke a cigarette, would it smoke from its mouth or its gills?" "Why are you like this?" "Because I'm just so special." "More like special education. Do you have another question for me?" Jackson shook his head. "Alright then, find a partner, and take turns disarming each other. Option one." I partnered with Will. I know what you might be thinking 'but Jane, what on God's green Earth happened to Alison?' She partnered with her sister. Also, I doubt anyone other than my mom says what on God's green Earth, on a regular basis. Will asked me to go first, I would like to say I was amazing at it, so naturally gifted, got it off the bat, first try, but that's not exactly what happened. Will held out his sword, and I tried to disarm him, I really did. I did as Ethan had shown, but nothing happened. I tried again but still, nothing. At one point I swung at his sword like a baseball bat. The sword vibrated in my hand, it reminded me of playing baseball, on a team. I played it for a while, then I had to sub in for another team, because too many of their players were sick. Me being me, I did badly in order to screw up their chances of making it to the playoffs. Now I'm banned from playing any sport in our district. I hoped I wouldn't screw up so badly I would get banned from this place too. After a few more minutes of me failing, Will gave it a try. The wooden sword fell from my hands, and hit the grass with a quiet thump. My mouth hung open. "How did you-? It took me so long-. What? " Yes, I tried three sentences, and none of them came out quite right. Will stuck is tongue out. "I guss I'm just naturally gifted." I didn't like that comment. I swallowed my pride, and sheepishly asked, "Will, can you please show me how you did it?" He grinned, as if he liked watching be be an awkward chicken nugget who treats sword play like baseball. Or maybe he likes feeling good at something. "Sure, also I don't think using it as a baseball bat will work too well." He showed me how to do it, held out his sword, and let me try, and I got it finally! "Great job, now do it faster." I tried and failed once more. Yay, I'm awful at this!
next chapter is too long to fit here tehehe
