Humanity's last breath

4. Excuse me, I'm not into teachers

I looked around and saw a girl around my age with straight blond hair that slightly passes her shoulders and light brown eyes. She looked exactly like the typical geeky girl with her glasses and small frame however she is the class genius and everyone one respected her brain.

Our trainer was walking around inspecting everyone's uniform as we stood in the thick cold mud doing our marches and jumps. As he approached me and this girl she stopped her marches to breath. Her face was so red and flustered from the intense physical training we were doing today, I wouldn't blame her for stopping but our trainer, Sargent K would (He keeps his real name hidden for unknown reasons).

Sargent K realized that she was slacking and pulled her right out the mud with just his hand.

"So I see a slacker?!" He shouted inches from her face. Colour drained from her face and this little girl stuttered uncontrollably.

"I-"

"10 laps in the mud and no lunch for the rest of the day!" He dropped her back down into the mud. She quickly got up and tried to run in the mud. His glaze suddenly met mine and I squirmed under his glaze "Let me see your salute".

I lifted my hand to my head and stomped my foot. Mud flicked on everyone near me except Sargent K. No one dared to moan, move or make a sound because this guy could be very intimidating when he wanted to be.

I guess it was part of the training to frighten and discipline us so that when we actually come face to face with a deligents we wouldn't run in fear.

He walked on not giving any sign if I did it right or wrong.

This was my physical training class which was five hours per day and if you think one hour of PE is hard then this would be torture.

One hour of the day was spent in classroom learning about the deligents, tactics, formations and building teamwork. This was spent with Doctor Drake but news came in of his death on the battlefield yesterday so we're getting a new teacher today. Hopefully they aren't as boring as him.

After our inspection I looked for Travis to find him only just pulling himself out the mud.

"Hey" Travis panted "How are you so chilled? I am freezing and cold"

"They both mean the same thing, plus, I got the middle part which is always the warmest part of the mud"

Travis smacked his head causing more mud to flick on my face. I turned to him giving him the evils and he innocently smiled.

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The bell went off for the second time. I quickly put on my boots and raced my way over to my class. I met Travis outside the classroom and we quickly stuffed down our lunch before class started.

Nearly everyone had missed lunch because we were scrubbing the life out our uniforms. If our uniform wasn't clean by the next class we would have to do one hour personal training with Sargent K (basically a detention). I've done one hour before so trust me when I say this; I actually fainted after 20 minutes so I couldn't continue (until the next day when all my muscles were jelly).

"Erh!" I held my nose "Travis did you..."

"No he didn't fart" the geeky girl sighed "After the run I was forced to do, my clothes still reek of dung and no matter how much I washed it the smell won't go"

"Oooh" I felt sorry for her "I've got this soap what removes... unnatural smell from clothes, you can borrow it after class if you want" I offered

She smiled brightly "Thanks that would be a great help to me"