Base 103

the story

Dear white paper napkin with lip gloss stains,
I am writing to you today because Tosin Smith stole my diary. Its not that can't get it back i know exactly where it is and the key is still in my bra. And its not that Tosin Smith is too tough or to take it because im am just as strong as Tosin smith and three times as smart. I don't know exactly why i'm not trying to get it back. Maybe i want him to find out how much of an jerk I think he is.
In other news the entirety of base 103 finds me strange for my small hand writhing and large stature. In even more important news i'm am just strange in general. want an explanation mr. napkin? well first off I am writing to a napkin, the same napkin I am writing on. Secondly I obsessed listen to ALL music pop, country, rock, punk, dubstep, techno, church, children's, and what ever else. As long it has a beat and or a tune I'll rock out to it. Three I am very good at singing and very bad at dancing but i'm always dancing and singing off key(intentaly). Forth no one ever understands my way of speaking here on base 103. They don't understand my version of sarcasm, my jokes, my analogies, or anything! Its like i'm a dolphin to there seal!!! any way thank for you time.
With great concern for myself,
Katy Umbridge
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"Kat," screeched Patyon Harrper, "what did you do with my lipgloss."
"nothing," I replied dully
"looks like some thing to me," she replied , "it's all over that napkin."
"Patyon, you gave me that napkin only two minutes ago."
she looked at me blankly then walked, no rather marched away with a huff. Sighing I ran, yes ran because walking is..... boring, to the room next to the sector command room, sector training. As i turned the corner Major Charly Smith approached me. I stopped running I usually try to avoid Major Charly Smith because i am his favorite camper. I don't know exactly why he takes my despondent nature as encouraging for conversation, but he does so i'm as stuck as a mouse in a glue trap.
"Kat," said Major Charly Smith, "how have you been."
I blinked saying nothing. He took this as an answer. why? don't ask me I don't know either.
"well im good too you have a nice day then,"
As he left he muttered something about me coming out of my shell. The thing is i don't have a shell i just chose not to talk to annoying people and Major Charlie Smith was not making me see another camp guidance counselor about me being friendly to other people. But friends were not going to help me get out of here, friends only bite your hand in the end.
Entering sector training i saw Patyon Harrper, Tosin Smith, Kimberly Atoms, Jake stark, Sector counselor George Edwards, and two new campers. wonderful more people I had to dislike. The boy was probably the same age as the rest of us campers on base 103 about 14 -16 years old and he was standing there with an expression of complete contempt on his face. The girl was much younger about 6-8 and she seemed absolutely terrified. They shared dirty blond hair and gray eyes, probably siblings, I thought.
"Kat!" exclaimed George Edwards in his usual over excited tone, "sorry we started without you,"
"I wish she was still late," hissed Patyon Harrper to Kimberly Atoms. Kimberly suppressed one of her stupid giggles. They probably didn't know or care that i agreed with them.
Gorge continued to talk in his cheery voice about how to avoid being disarmed. I pretty sure he never stops being peppy. One day he was going to have to tell someone there cat died or something. I pity that poor person and there poor dead cat.
George started pairing people up for practice."right now i'm thinking Payton and Tosin, Jake and Kim, Kat and Amber, and Greg and me," George practically shouted,"first person defining."
I walked to a mat and waited. The new boy, apparently Greg, was arguing with George. I got bits and piece of the whispered conversation starting with, "no way am letting Amber get hurt,"from Greg.
"Kat is harmless," from George.
Ending with, "I don't believe you,"then some angry mumbles from Greg.
Greg was right I was not harmless but George thought I was. I was trained at fighting. No one knew this because I was in enemy territory. Every time we fought like this (which was twice a day by the way) I only went on the defencive. Letting her military figure out I was one of them or worse my fighting strategy. That would completely and inevitably destroy any possibility of success we had left even if we didn't have much of a chance left because we had to try. Giving up wasn't an option She couldn't... I stopped myself to many none options.
Just as I was coming out of my muddled thoughts Amber ran in to me. I did nothing i let her hit and kick me but nothing happened. First of all I had about a foot and a half on her. Second she put no force behind her hits, like none at all. I grabbed her wrist ,"stop your not getting anywhere like that."
"I'm trying you big stupid meanie," Amber replied.
"Do you want me to show you how," I asked sighing.
"No!" she said indignantly.
"were not getting anywhere like this so you have a choice let me show you how to knock someone down or I can get some thinking done while you fail."
"What are you going t think about?"
"Does it madder?"
"Fine then teach me," Amber said finally. So I taught her.
I demonstrated how to block with your arms then doge first. She picked it up fast zooming out of the way quickly. I could still get some hits in but I stopped before I made contact. I explained how to put force behind hits and kick but said elbows we the best option for her because she was small. Once again I needed to stop my self. This spirited little girl was an enemy.