Will the real Sierra please stand up? Part 3

I decided the way to answer Miles and Hank was to work my tush off.  
 I spent long hours in the gym, using every ounce of energy I had, doing whatever I could to maximize my workouts.  

 And it wasn't just about the gym.  I had to put in the work in the classroom, too.  

 

Down time is pretty hard to come by.  I wanted to use the dorm TV to work out, but someone was watching a show on it... so I flew off the handle.  I couldn't control it.  The rage had just built up inside of me and I let out a primal scream. 

I went back up to my room, took a gulp of elixir, and calmed myself down.  Like they taught me at the hospital.  I decided to look at the trees swaying outside my window.

 

The next day, I was walking to class when I was struck by lightning.   But unlike the unfortunate Jake Sammon, I survived the lightning strike.

After a workout, I did some light stargazing, but the clouds and hail got in the way. 

Kaz Nasri was a little surprised that I was using the men's room... but I used the excuse that I was in a rush.  Honestly I prefer it to using the ladies' room.

Oh, and remember that girl Sarah?  She and I have been getting to know each other over the last couple of days.  
"So you're Sierra Cheesman, right?" she asked me over coffee. 
I nodded my head.
Sarah's a computer science major, and when I told her I was majoring in physical education, she said she hoped to get into video game design. 

"You beat Richard Randall in the chess competition?  Wow!  He's won that two years in a row."
"Really?" I said, "I didn't know that."

"Where are you from, Sierra?"
"Sunset Valley via Hidden Springs and Moonlight Falls - it's a long story."
"Good, I've got all day."
I was pretty sure if she researched our family she knew all of this already, so I didn't feel like telling her again.  So I just said, "Mom's career took us all over the place."
"I read, your mom sounds awesome.  I wanted to take her class last year but it was full.  Traveled to Egypt and China and France, and then came home and caught ghosts."
"My dad played pro soccer for 7 seasons for the Llamas," I said.  "He quit when I was born to raise us."

 

Sarah took a few more sips of coffee. "So let me guess, you took your sporty side after your dad and your brainiac side from your mom."

I didn't say anything.