She was going to kick you out of the cadets. You couldn't amateur blame her. Knocking at the door, you could feel the overwhelming pressure the Captain of the Flyers gave off; even behind a closed door. After a second, you opened the door and peeked inside. The room was large and waiting at her desk was Sasha. The very second her head lifted, her eyes could burn a hole through your scared head. Raising a hand, she gestured you to enter the room. Knowing you had no choice, you walk in the room and carefully close the door behind you. Walking to the nearby chair, you sit and look to the Captain. She wasn't even looking at you, she had numerous piles of paperwork to do to even bother to look at you. "Do you know why you're here in my office?" Sasha finally spoke up, her voice nearly causing you to jump out of your chair. "I-I-I...because I'm such a failure." You respond, looking at her but her strong and determined eyes only made you more terrified. "Exactly." Sasha replied, stopping her paperwork to look you in the eyes. "Normally, I believe every pilot that comes to this academy has the potential to at least make it through the cadet program. I am greatly disappointed to say that you have broken this academy's record. You are by far the worst flyer to ever come her, the worst I have ever seen, and the worst that I ever thought was possible." You wanted to say something, but what could you say? Sasha was completely right about you. You were the worst flyer, the worst at everything you've done since entering the cadet program. You couldn't blame her for her words. Everything she said was true. Sitting in the indian chair, you could feel yourself sink deeper. Finally, Candi called me “Mom indian wants to talk to you again.” I love watching it come out and the way your dick feels in my hand.” Oliviya retrieved the short sword from amongst the bodies and brought it back to Carissa. I want to thank everyone who is still amateur reading these, and who have stuck around. Something she rarely did as they made her taller than her husband. “Oh shit, I forgot to ask about Denise. Fatima opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I’m down.” I cheerfully answered. “I found this in the creek. “Yes you were.”