The love story of an Arstotzkan Soldier

isolation and discrimination

The little blonde man waited in the fancy man s office for quite a while now.He sure was taking gis time talking to that cursed phone,right?

Well,he didn t minded.He knew it was important so he just stood on the small chair,like the good boy he was.
After a few minutes,the man with fine clothes finally comes in the room
,,-So,what the **** did you wanted?"
The slur standed out for him,as vlad didn t like to hear those.He didn t like them.
,,-well,you see..Why does only my room has just..Me? Just a bed,just a desk!.."
The fine man shrugs
,,-Firsg of all,I tough you liked it.Everybody wants a room of their own..Second of all-" the man started but Vlad interupted him
,,-W..Well,i don t.." he quietly responded,as the other one gave him a death stare for being interupted
,,-Don t interupt the general"
,,Oh,he is the general!" Vlad tought,felling as stupid as a rock ,,of corse he is,what the frick Vladimir? "
,,-Anyway,so,second of all,we found a difference in your papers from everybody s else,so yes,soldier,we trust you but not entirely.Because of this,you will sleep and fight,untill you prove our entire trust, alobe"
Vlad looked at him with big wide shocked eyes..,,B..But that s..That s not faur!" He tought.,,That s..H..He s...Discriminating me!" He continjed in his mind,as he put his head down
,,-Y-..Yes,i understand sir."
,,-Verry well.Now go,take your back cuz you f****** forgot it on the floor and go unpack,or,idunno,do something"
Vladimir nodded as he exited his office..He was felling descriminated,he was felling like the odd one out,he was felling left alone and hated.He was felling like ...Like....Like fricking trash!...But he could take it.He could take all of it,so he remained calm.
Took his back to his room
And..Just stood on his bed..Watching the small window he had.A few tears felt from his eyes,on the pillow as the words lingered in his ears.
,, Diffferent"...,,Different how?! I am trying my best to be the best at something I am the worst,yes! I am small and weak?! Maybe!..But i love my country! I want to protect it with my life,you don t just trow me around,because what?! My eyes are to blue?! My hair is to bright!?"
All of those and more toughts rushing in his head,he slowly bit the pillow so no one woukd hear his crying.

After a while,he stopped,still with a heavy heart,and turned his eyes to the celling.He looked at it untill he fell asleep

It was the next day,as our soldier was out,of the field.Breakfeast didn t go amazing,as he saf alone..everyonr ignored him.
He was a little sicial butterfly so,all of thisisolating he was getting didn t help him.As a result,he got a medium time on the obstacle corse..He knew he was better.He was a good soldier and a great athlete! He could fight,run,jump,duck with no troubles at isnanes speeds..
..Buf not when his mood was crushed by everyone..Not when he was alone,not when everybody was putting him down.

After a few hours,he was getting worse and worse at everything.
He hated it..He hated that and the general saw his loss..And called him,one more time,to his office

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