Oops Wrong Girl to Bully (Angelina) by Xena Kessler novel Chapter 135

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Angelina’s POV

The cop-looking guy asked something. Saffron smiled. It wasn’t friendly.

“She’s not a threat. But I’m going to make sure everyone sees that.”

I turned away. Continued stretching.

At twelve-fifteen, Felix’s voice boomed across the field again.

“Listen up! The selection has five major evaluation categories over three days.”

Everyone stopped what they were doing. Turned to face him.

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Category one is Physical Fitness. That’s this afternoon. Category two is Marksmanship. Tonight. Category three is Tactical Scenarios tomorrow morning. Category four is Survival Skills tomorrow afternoon. And category five is the Final Assessment Exercise on day three. That’s your

comprehensive test where everything comes together.”

He paused. Let that sink in.

“Each category is scored out of one hundred points. At the end of day three, we total your scores. The top thirty cumulative scores advance to the program. Everyone else goes home.”

Felix looked around the crowd. “Physical fitness consists of three tests. A three-mile run. An obstacle course. And a strength assessment. You’ll

be timed and evaluated on all three. Any questions?”

Silence.

“Good. Three-mile run starts in five minutes. Line up at the starting mark

Everyone moved toward the track. It was a standard outdoor track. Eight lanes. Starting line clearly marked.

I walked over. Found a spot near the outside.

Saffron positioned herself in the middle. Her three friends spread out nearby.

Riley’s group was on the far left.

Felix walked to the starting line. Held up a stopwatch. On my mark. Three Two. One. GO!”

Everyone took off.

The first lap was packed. Too many people trying to establish position. I stayed on the outside. Kept a steady pace.

By the second lap, the group had spread out. I was in the top twenty. Moving well. Breathing controlled.

There was a water station at the halfway point of each lap. Small table with bottles.

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I grabbed one as I passed. Took a few sips. The water tasted slightly off. Metallic maybe. But I was thirsty and it was hot.

1 kept running.

Third lap started fine. But halfway through, something felt wrong.

My head got lighter. Not dizzy exactly. Just off.

My coordination felt slightly delayed. Like there was a split second between thinking and doing.

I pushed through it. Finished the run.

My time was twenty-four minutes and eighteen seconds.

The instructor writing it down looked disappointed. Sterling. Expected better based on your initial assessment.”

I didn’t respond. Just walked to the cool-down area.

Saffron crossed the finish line about a minute and a half before I did. Twenty-two minutes forty-five seconds.

She looked fresh. Barely breathing hard.

Riley’s time was good too. Twenty-three minutes flat.

I sat down on the grass. Took deep breaths. That weird feeling was still there. Fading but present.

Jake walked over. “Hey, you okay? You seemed off during that last lap.”

“I’m fine.”

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“Your form was really good for the first two laps, Sofia added. She’d joined Jake. “But your pace dropped significantly in the third. That’s

unusual for someone with your build.”

Antonio approached too. “Did you eat enough breakfast? Stay hydrated?”

“Everything was normal.”

Riley frowned. “Something felt wrong about that. Your initial pace was strong. Really strong. Then it just dropped.”

Chen was looking at me carefully. His eyes were analytical. “Want me to look into anything? I can check the water station logs. See who was assigned there.”

‘No need.” I stood up. Tll do better tomorrow.”

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They exchanged glances but didn’t push.

“Obstacle course is in ten minutes, Riley said. ‘Good luck.”

They walked away.

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I made my way to the obstacle course area. It was set up behind the track, Standard military-style obstacles. Wall climbs. Rope swings. Balance

beams. Cargo nets.

That off feeling was still present. Not as bad as during the run. But definitely there.

Felix blew a whistle. “First group! Go!”

I was in the third group. Waited my turn.

When my group was called, I stepped up to the starting line.

The whistle blew.

I ran forward. Hit the first obstacle. A series of hurdles. Cleared them fine.

Second obstacle was a wall climb. Eight feet high. I jumped. Grabbed the top. Pulled myself over.

Third was the rope climb. Fifteen feet straight up.

My hands were shaking slightly. I noticed it when I grabbed the rope.

I climbed anyway. Slower than I should have. But I made it to the top. Rang the bell. Came back down.

The balance beam was next. About twenty feet long. Six inches wide. Ten feet off the ground.

I stepped onto it. My balance felt wrong. That delayed coordination again.

Halfway across, I wobbled. Caught myself, Kept going.

Made it to the other side.

Cargo net. Monkey bars. Tire run.

I completed everything. But I was slower than I should have been.

Crossed the finish line.

Time: eight minutes thirty-four seconds.

The instructor made a note. Didn’t say anything. But the disappointment was clear.

Saffron’s time was seven minutes fifty-two seconds.

The strength assessment was last. Push-ups first. As many as possible in two minutes.

That weird feeling was finally starting to fade. Whatever had affected me during the run was wearing off.

I got into position. The whistle blew.

I started doing push-ups. Steady rhythm. Controlled form.

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The two minutes felt long. But I pushed through.

Sixty-five push-ups total.

The instructor nodded. ‘Decent.

Pull-ups next. I grabbed the bar. Started pulling.

Fourteen pull-ups before failure.

“Good,” the instructor said.

Last was the weighted carry. A hundred-pound sandbag. Carry it two hundred feet.

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1 lifted it. Started walking. The weight was manageable. But after everything else, my muscles were tired.

I completed it. But 1 struggled toward the end.

Saffron did better on all three. More push-ups. More pull-ups. Faster weighted carry.

By six PM, the physical fitness test was over.

Everyone headed to the mess hall. It was a large cafeteria-style building. Metal tables. Bench seating. Food served from a counter at the front.

I got in line. Grabbed a tray. Took whatever they were serving. Some kind of chicken. Rice. Vegetables.

Found an empty table in the corner. Sat down.

Riley’s group appeared a few minutes later. They walked over to my table.

“Mind if we sit?” Riley asked.

“Go ahead.”

They all sat down. Started eating.

Nobody said anything for a minute.

Then Sofia spoke. “You seemed off during the run.”

‘I’m fine.”

“Your form was good,” Jake said. “But your time dropped significantly in the last lap. That’s unusual.”

Antonio was watching me carefully. “Something happened. What was it?”

“Nothing happened.”

“Aria.” Riley’s voice was gentle but firm. “We’re not trying to interrogate you. We’re trying to help. If something’s wrong, we need to know.”