SKYLAR'S POV

After maybe a thousandth try, I finally got I right. I gained my water boiling certificate.

Now time for another lesson.

After my normal morning jog for the day, I freshen up and eat breakfast, before heading for the corridor, where Grayson said I should meet him.

He has a straight line drawn on the cemented floor with a white chalk.

Are we practising witch craft or what.

"What are we doing today." I ask curiously.

Its not everyday people draw lines on the ground.

"We are going to work on your walking step." Grayson gives a short reply.

"But, I walk just fine." I argue with a scowl.

"You actually walk like a mother bamboo." He deadpans.

I open mouth to talk back, but then shut it.

That's one harsh comment.

"Just walk on the straight line, like this." He slowly walks on the line, putting one leg in front of the other In a cat walk style. "Now try."

This can't be that hard.

I was about to start when he stops me. "First, put these on." He hands me a killer inches, high, pencil heel.

Does he really wants me to lose every single one of my teeth.

"I can't walk on those." I state with wide eye.

That would be a free ticket to hell.

"Well that's why you are training, so you will be able to walk on heels." He fires back. "Now put them on."

Giving off a soft groan, I collect the heels, putting them on with great difficulty.

The ground under me shook, as I stand on my feet.

God in case I die, am a really good person.

Taking a deep breath I put on feet at the start of the line, my hands stretched out to balance my self.

Now the next step.

I push my other feet in front of the first, shaking slightly but I was still able to compose myself.

The end of the line hunts me as I think of many possible things that might happen before I get to it.

Two steps down, and less than seven to go.

Sweat rolling down my forehead, I take another step without falling, them another, and another.

Three more left.

Taking another step, my left heel shifts to the side, bending my ankle to an uncomfortable angle. I flap my hands trying to balance my body, but it proved futile.

Accepting my terrible faith, I brace my self for the fall.

A hand wraps around my waist, and I cling to the owner.

Slowly prying my eyes open, my gaze falls on a set of brown eyes.

"Huh.... Thanks." I mumble shyly, releasing the tug I have on his blue T-shirt, bit he didn't let go of my waist, he still held on to me tightly.

Realizing what he is doing, he withdraws his arm then looks away.

"Maybe you should have started with a much lower heel." He reasons, then brings out a low sandals heel.

"Wait.... You had that all along and you made me wear this." I boil in anger, glaring ice daggers at him.

"Its not my fault." He scowls. "I didn't know you are still a novice in wearing heels, I mean every girl knows how to walk with heels."

"But you... You know what, just forget about it." I scoff, then walk back into the apartment.

I don't really know what just happened, but I do know I feel pretty angry.

(Its short, am sorry. I had to quickly make it up and edit it, while using a short time. Any way love yal. ADIOS.)