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I still remember the day clearly. I was seven years old when the IF, or International Fleet, took me away from my family. My loving, perfect family could have raised me and I would be normal. My life wouldn't have been such a serious matter. The IF said I was the perfect way to win the war, but they never asked me if I wanted to fight or command.
They picked my scrawny, little body up and shoved me into a black car. I kicked and screamed but they just ignored me. I made a scene at the airport, crying and yelling to those big burly men from the Fleet but not one person came up to us and asked what was going on. I tried to find a way to escape but being kept and watched miserable little me.
We had boarded the ship and I refused to buckle myself up, but naturally, this officer did it for me, thinking I was incompetent. If I was actually incompetent then why would they choose me for this school?
The ship took off and I started to bawl because my mom wasn't there. She and I would always sing this song when we would take off on an airplane.
This one man on the spaceship sat next to me on the ship and tried to get me to stop crying. He told me that I was going to be such a special little girl at Battle School. He also said I was so special that I was going to be the only girl there.
That made me feel even worse. What little girl wants to be told that no one there is going to be like her?
When the ship finally arrived in Battle School, they shuffled me away from all the other six and seven-year-olds and put me in my own room. I didn't have the privilege to even talk to anyone. But that first night I remember lying down and looking up at the ceiling wondering what the next day would bring.

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