Hello my readers! I must humbly apologize for this so so so late update. I don't have this chapter in my manuscript and it was really hard to write. I put my heart into writing this chapter and I hope you will like it. Also this flashback is during the ninth month of her service and she isn't really very good friends with the other people yet. So they call each other by their family name. If it's confusing, comment it and I'll try to fix it. And I also want to thank everyone for this marvelous 1000 reads. It's not a much but it means a lot to me!!
...So I hope you enjoy this chapter, comment and vote if you like it ^_^
I dedicate this chapter to Zuma30 who reads my stories and helps me improve them.
AND who is also and effing smartass!!!
-Melancholia
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, the awful sound of the alarm system resonates in my ear waking me up from my two hours of sleep. My feet quickly land inside my heavy boots and I, climbing up the ladder to the top bed, push Connor Drew down. Landing with a loud oomph, he starts to sleepily moan in pain. I jump off the ladder and grab the necessary protection and open Connor's box. I take his helmet out and push it on his head heavily to hurt him and while grabbing my first aid kit, I take Connor's and my weapons out. Everyone else in the dormitory is up already and rushing to get their stuff.
"Drew, grab your things." I call out to him as he gets up to his feet. I reach out my arm holding his weapon. He takes his gun and pushes me before heading outside.
"You're welcome." I mumble to myself as I follow him knowing the others are ready as well. As I head for the exit, someone pushes past me resulting in me landing on all fours. I groan and get back up.
Once outside, I head in the same direction as everyone else. There is a man wearing a different uniform than the rest of the troop at the front where the soldiers are gathering up. As I approach them, I feel myself being pulled back by a strong hand making me tumble backward trying to keep my feet in a walk-able position. The hands push me up when I threaten falling down and I turn around to see Faener or most commonly called Rickey. Richard Faener is 25 years old with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He is about 5'11" and his flirting ways are more than just annoying.
"If you're always lost like this, you' will never get through your first year alive." He smiles at me playfully leading me to a vehicle.
"Well that's reassuring." I say without any emotion despite my anger.
"I know right, usually I say week but you look pitiful so I said a year." He says looking forward. I frown and turn my head in his direction.
"Well, I don't need your pity so if I'm lost, you don't need to tire yourself to help me." I reply dryly. We reach a weird jeep/ truck-may I add very high- where a few people from my room are already settled.
"You need it darling, trust me." He says before easily lifting me up and droping me in the back. If this situation happened a few years ago, during my teen years, I think I would have fainted. Instead, today, I will simply appreciate the undelicate action. I tumble on Connor Drew who harshly pushes me making me tumble once again. Richard skitters over to the passenger seat.
"Watch it!" His eyes shoot dagger at me as I position myself beside Martine who is busy cleaning her nails with her canif.
"Are you sure you disinfected the blade?" She turns her expressionless face to me."Because you might get an infection if you cut yourself with it..." I mumble the end of the sentence. Her stare is really intense.
YOU ARE READING
The day we met again
Romansa"I never thought we'd meet again, at least not this way.After all those years of regret, that vivid memory had begun to fade away. Yet he had to come back and reopen an old wound. The guy I liked since 4th grade." Isha is back from war, back to "no...
