Read the text below. Make a prediction about what will happen. Why do you think that? That Thursday I arrived at the dojo early, wanting to practice some crescent kicks before the warm-up. I felt like my uniform fit me a little better, now. I'd filled it out. I almost thought about knocking on Master Kinsella's door to tell him how I'd avoided the fight after school and made a few friends in the process. I decided that would be a bit lame, though, so I just prepared myself for class instead, ready to channel every bit of energy into our exercises. “How you doing, Jake?” Steve said, taking a seat beside me.

“Pretty good, man.”

And I was. But when Master Kinsella came out to start the class, he wasn't alone. He had another instructor with him—a muscular guy with a crew cut and glasses. Instead of kneeling to bow in, Master Kinsella sat down cross-legged and faced us. When he told us he had an announcement to make, somehow I knew what it would be before he broke the news.
I REALLYNEED THIS ASAP