Hope POV

Finally, my feet stepped into the training arena, I looked at that course that I already knew by heart, that I could do back-to-back and still not get tired. I am smiling, even though I am late, I am smiling because I will finally be able to do things I love, without worrying about what people think.

My classmates had already started the course, in the center with a tablet was the coach, Joshua, who looked at me, arching his eyebrows.

"For being late I'm going to want at least 200 push-ups before I start the course."

I listened and just nodded, apologizing was something I hardly ever...