The Enlisted

Hello, and Welcome. I'm Jayden.

  10/14/2065: Hello. My name is Jayden, and I'm writing in this journal in order to send this to all of my folks, so they can stay updated with all of my adventures.  I miss you all very much, and I hope to see you soon. Anyway, back to my story. In case you haven't heard, I'm pretty smart. Actually, I'm one of the smartest people in, well, the world, at least for my age. I don't mean to brag, but I am a pretty big deal. Such a big deal that the government, yes, the government, decided to pick me for a special project, called Gifted Teens For Military Operation, or GTFMO for short. This program is to allow the government to get special agents in missions to get our enemies to think that they aren't fighting anyone tough, but they're really messing with some of the best there are. They only picked some of the brightest and strongest to fight for them, and so they picked me. They think so highly of me that they selected me to be our team leader, someone who calls the shots, and doesn't get questioned. Which, I like a lot.  Also, they picked three others for use in this special program, some I know very well, and some I can't trust whatsoever yet. First off, they selected Isabella, one of my closest friends, since around eighth grade. Standing at around 5'5" with dirty blonde hair and pale skin, she's been selected as our scout, to see who or what we're fighting, and to get information off of them. She was always getting info from person to person about any form of gossip at our school, so I can tell she'll do just fine.  Next, they selected Eli, another friend of mine, but someone I don't know as well as Isabella. He has near-white blonde hair, and is shorter than I am. He's been selected as our pilot, so hopefully he knows what he's doing, because I really wouldn't enjoy crashing into the ocean or something like that. And finally, there's Hazel. I have no idea who she is, or where she came from, and she doesn't look too friendly. She has blonde hair, green eyes, and stands at around my height. Hopefully she isn't some alpha dog girl that wants to take over my role, because I am the leader here, and I sure hope she knows that.

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10/15/2065: I just finished unpacking into my new room, in the military base in the left Region. It's an uninviting small dark gray room, which I like. There's a bed that requires a ladder to go up to, and a few small lights, with a dark wooden desk and a table lamp that goes along with it. Also, there's a bathroom and shower, but that really isn't too important. I am in the hallway with my three other teammates, and all of our rooms look exactly the same. Earlier this morning, we completed our tour of the base. The place is very formal and boring looking, but we won't be spending many days here, because of many overseas missions, or at least that's what they told us. To be honest, I am slightly scared of my future doing this project, because of the risks I have to take. What if I never get to see my family again? What if I get suddenly get attacked by someone, or something, and that's it? I just don't know if I can handle it, so hopefully my teammates are valuable and help keep our country safe, and us safe as well. That's all I can write for right now, I will continue soon. I miss you all very much.

Jayden Willer