I made it to my room to get the binoculars in time, but I didn't get to catch there face before they went into the apposing base. Bugger. So I slumped down to the common room, maybe there's still some cider in the fridge. That cheers me up.
Yeah! Strawberry, my favourite, now where'd I put my tape player, I wanna listen to some music. I sat on the sofa and put on the head phones, the music almost completely drowns out the screams of pain and death, great for battles. (I hope) Not that screams of death are bad to hear, pain and suffering id great, on either team.
Spy walked in and tried to start a conversation with me. Did she not see the head phones, then she ripped them off. Well I guess she did see them. "Hey!"
"Look, Acrobat, the other team has there Thief. You may star fighting as soon as the next battle, that is tomorrow."
"Great!"
"Oh, and Solider wants you to go straight to the hall for last minute training."
"Oh, bugger off."
"Oui, now hurry, before he makes you do extra."
He made me do extra anyway, that assaholic bitch.
I decided I should get a shower, then head to bed. If I did it quick enough, maybe I could get to sleep before my mind starts to wonder.
"WAKE UP, MAGGOT!"
"Ahhhhh! Oops." Ah, I seemed to have knocked Solly out with a frying pan I keep at my bedside, d-don't ask why I keep a frying pan at my bedside. Bad experiences is all I can say. I dragged Solly's body outside, got changed and ran as fast as I could to the common room.
For my battle gear, I was wearing the usual long sleeve black top and red tee with grey pants. Let's not forget the trench coat and the most important thing; the goggles! I love my goggles, Tord got them for me before I left and I promised I would wear them, and I don't break my promises. Well, maybe apart from the one about...Wow, I actually have a quality. Shit.
"Lettle girl is excited for battle?"
"1. Don't call me 'little' 2. Yes, of corse, I can't wait!"
"Ya' know, darlin', it aint as pretty as you might think out there."
"I know what war is! I helped to take over Europe! In fact, I was one of the main fighters!"
"Yeah, sure, toots. You're, like, 20."
"I'm not, I'm 18! And I took over Europe at 16, my greatest achievement."
"So you're tryna' say, you helped that commie over in Europe take over? At 16? Likely story."
"I did, he gave me these! These goggles!"
"Pah! Yeah."
"Uh, if you don't believe me, I don't care."
Scout was giving me snotties for the rest of breakfast.
