"Come on, Dad!"I called, holding open the door.
"All right Sidney!" he yelled back, "Think fast!" A football came flying at my gut. I caught it one handed, laughing.
"Nice reflexes!" My dad guffawed, a sound of pure joy. We both walked all the way outside and started tossing the football back and forth.
"You need a better arm if you want to be a pilot,"he taunted. I smiled and belted it at his head. He caught it easily and pounded it back at me. I dove for it and fell down onto the straw grass, giggling. My mom stepped into the doorway, looking like a beacon of light in the darkness.
"Dinner!"she announced," We can prepare Sidney for the mental part of choosing day then." He eyes twinkled maliciously. I grinned.
"Of course!" We walked inside.
"So. Choosing Day. How do you feel?" my mom asked. Her normal smile and humor were replaced by a sudden seriousness.
"Fine, I guess," I said, not trusting myself to say more.
"What branch are you aiming for?" Mom asked.
"Air force! I want to be a fighter pilot!" I exclaimed, unable to conceal my enthusiasm. She chuckled.
"Great! Now do the dishes!" I fake groaned, but did them as fast as I could, rushing upstairs when I was done.
"You call these clean?" my mom yelled up the stairs, but I was already in my room laughing.
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Rise Up
Science FictionIn 2056, the United States is at war with China and the country is completely militarized. The story follows 5 teens, growing up in the new, oppressive government, who each obtain a spot in the military. Each have incredibly different stories, but t...
