GENERAL'S DAUGHTER

Chapter Three

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Flossie Yvelle Villamor

"Francesca’s always the slowest one," Jacob complained. We were outside the dorm, standing and waiting for her to come out. Kanina pa sya sa loob habang nag-aayos ng face nya. Hindi namin sya pwede iiwan dahil according to the Regelwerk (or the AMO rule book), one cadet’s fault was all cadets fault. If cadet messed up, all cadets messed up. So in layman's terms 'One for all, all for one.'

"Francesca. Hurry!" Layla yelled. Lahat ng mga ka-platoon ko nakasimangot na at mukang naiinip na sila. Kaya nang lumabas si Francesca sa room sabay-sabay sila napabuga ng hangin. Natawa ako dahil sa mga reaction nila pero nang marinig ko ang pagtunog nang bell agad akong nahintuan.

"Guys!" Jacob warned, may sasabihin pa sana sya, pero hindi na nya tinuloy nang mauna na kaming tumakbo papunta sa gathering hall, kung saan nagaganap ang araw-araw na meeting. Ika isang linggo namin dito sa Lower Saxony at sa isang linggo na yun araw-araw kaming tumatakbo sa hallway, dahil araw-araw din kaming naghahabol ng oras. Thanks again to Francesca dahil kahit na anong aga nyang gumising palagi pa rin kaming naghahabol ng oras dahil sa kanya.

"Francesca, my advice is that you should probably start getting ready the night before, so we don’t have to do this every day," Aaron said, breathless. nilingon ko sila at ganon nalang ang gulat ko nang makita kong pasan na sya ni Aaron.

"We're almost there, guys!" Jacob yelled. We could see the gathering hall in the distance. Two mercenaries were standing by the large doors of the hall, hawak-hawak na nila ang door habang nakatingin ang mga ito sa orasan.

“Shit! Wait!” Jacob yelled, hoping we could stop them from closing the door, but of course, kahit naman sumigaw kami pag'time na wala na kaming magagawa. They started to close the door, so we ran even faster until the final bell of the clock rang. I collapsed on the floor of the gathering hall as soon as I got inside.

All the first-year cadets stared at us as I sat on the floor, trying to catch my breath. So did the rest of my platoon.

"Where’s Aaron?" Marc asked.

"I’m here, guys." Aaron answered. I sighed and forced myself to stand. As soon as I did, Wagner, our platoon leader, stood in front of us. Her aura reminded me of the villains in movies, ready to kill for power. That’s how I saw her.

"Again, Villamor?" she growled in low voice, her gaze sweeping over my platoon mates. "Go to your formation. Now!" She commanded. We all immediately moved to our positions. This time, we were next to the Drachèn Team.

Sa isang linggo na nag-stay kami dito sa Lower Saxony, napansin ko na iniiwasan nang ibang Platoon ang Sperber Team. Minsan nagkwento saamin si Aaron, he said he’d overheard some of the other platoons talking about us.  Apparently, a lot of them didn’t like us because they think we are troublemakers. The Phoenix Platoon even called us the Loser Team.

Hindi naman ako nasaktan nang narinig ko yun kasi kitang-kita naman sa score namin na nahuhuli kami sa lahat ng team. We got so many penalties. Sometimes, we’d get the highest scores in academics, but because of consistent violation, nababawasan din yung points namin.