The Truth of Us: The Rebellion

Ch 4. A Real Challenge

                                                                                Lucinda

Our room is barely big enough to fit our twin sized beds, dressers, desks, and the T.V. and microwave. With yellow painted cement block walls and old white spotted tiles for flooring. I glance over and notice one closet is by the door sticking out taking up about four more feet of the room while the other closet is in the wall and is in the same wall that leads to the even smaller of a jail cell of a bathroom. Well I have had worse in the other realms... I think to myself trying not to laugh at what the Rebellion used to be like.

Shes a tad bit skittish don't you think?  Comes a familiar voice in my head.

Hey Luna, how long have you been lurking in the shadows like a creep? I think to her as I open my senses to figure out where she was at.

I do not lurk! I stalk. There is a difference. She says in a snide remark.

I make a slight face and retort. Yes because stalking is soooo much more appropriate of a term. Suddenly I glance at Aleina at the window and see a tear roll down her cheek. Seems like she has letting go issues... I think to no one in particular. And recall saying good-bye to Layla about the same time as Aleina's family had left. 

It's sad leaving the ones you care about I suppose. Replies in a sad yet curious tone. Are you not saddened by your move out of your parents house? And out of your sisters house?

Of course I should be but, I have spent a long time wishing to leave this realm for the war. I have always pushed people away so I wouldn't have such emotions. Yet... I trail off remembering how much I will miss my friends back in Ringling, Oklahoma.

We all feel Lucinda, you must remember that. Except I think the only emotion you are feeling now is nerves. She says with a laugh.

I groan out loud and plop onto my bed at that. Causing Aleina to look at me in confusion.

"A-are you ok?" She says sniffling.

"I'm fine, I just don't know how to march is all." I pausing realizing this was going to suck something awful.

Her eyes widen. "You don't know how to march?"

I scratch my head and frown. "No. Back in Ringling, we didn't march on the field or anything. And when we did march for parades it was more like walking out of step." I glance at my watch. Then frown even more. "Not to mention I have major issues with playing in front of people and the brass section has to audition in 3 days."

"Brass hasn't auditioned?" She asked in shock.

"Oh, I mean I have auditioned for a scholarship already and got one but-" I pause trying to think of what the audition is for. "I have no clue what its for. I guess for seats. Hey wait! You don't have to audition?" I ask realizing what she just asked.

"Not that I'm aware of. At least no one has told me anything." She says obliviously getting really worried.

I look at the schedule and see that it was only for brass. "Lucky, you don't have to audition. It's only for brass."

Looking a little relieved Aleina walks over to her bed and sits down as well but looks right at the floor.

"Your going to miss them aren't you?" I ask in a soft voice.

"Yeah..." She trails off looking like she might cry again.

"Well you can always Skype with them or even go visit them on weekends." I offer when I notice there was an increasing frown on her face.