As we entered the training hall, an aroma of blood and sweat erupted at my nose. It smelled like death, but as I looked around, all I could see were people talking on the side, without a care in the world. No dead bodies. Yet

The few people that were training were the large, muscley men; leaving me to be one of the only women in the room and the only one actually training.Unless you count Danielle, who I suspect will be yelling at me the entire time and not training herself. As soon as I had looked around, she barked at me .

"Stretch out over there, away from all of these disgusting pigs. I can't stand them!" I gave Danielle a nervous smile before telling her the inevitable truth that is my failure at life.

"Idontknowhowtostretch" I squeaked out.

"Say that again?"

"I don't know how to stretch."

"Figures" She got on her hands and knees and walked me through her daily stretching routine, which was the hardest thing I had ever done. Seriously, the only exercise that we would do in Crazy Town was the annual Run-For-Mental-Illness run and they forced me to walk during that because of my leg. 

"Go over there." Danielle pointed towards a shelf of various weights. "And pick one of your top weight that you've ever lifted." 

I bit my lip, knowing that deep down, I've only lifted up a one pound weight max. And that was in like, first-grade.  But, I think that I could lift up ten, right? It can't be that heavy.  I walked over to the ten, eager to pick up my max weight. I was strong, I could handle it. 

"Hey! I'm Jonathan. Are you new?" I turned around and  nodded as a boy picked up the ten pound and fell over immediately. Five pounds it is. 

"I'm Dillan. Pleasure to meet you but, I've got to go back to training." I grabbed the fives slowly before taking in their weight. They were so heavy! Are they sure that this was five pounds? I think that the people who made these weights had no idea what they were talking about. These seemed to weigh about fifty pounds

I gradually made my way towards Danielle, who was waiting impatiently. 

"Finally, you're here!" She said sarcastically. "I've been waiting forever for you to come!" She wiggled her eyebrows and pointed at Jonathan. "So, Juliet, did you just meet Romeo? He's a new recruit, just like you! You guys will get along just fine. I hope." She grinned at me as I glared at her. "Ahh, young love!" Then her voice got all serious again. "How heavy are your weights?" She took them from me easily, as if the fifty-pounds were nothing. "Five pounds? Pathetic." She tossed them back to me. " Your mission, so to speak, is to throw them at him, and see if he can block it. Although, you'll never be able to hit him with a flimsy five pounds." She smirked and jutted her chin out at one of the body-builder like guys. 

"Um, let me think about it: No. He'll kill me. Are you out of your mind? They thought I was the crazy one..." 

Danielle grinned at me before laughing hysterically. "He's paid to be used as a training tool. Don't worry!"

So, that's how I found myself walking over towards the wrong muscley guy, and throwing my (flimsy) weights at him.