taking charge

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I use all my pent up frustration and put it in the battle room. I fight like a dog and my rating shows it. I train with my team and hunt everyone who dares to cross me. I've never talked to any of my teammates about anything other than battles, partially because I'm not allowed. I just show up for practice, listen to strategy with leaders, and fight. The rankings have me at the third best player at the school. I could have been first if I was allowed more training time like the other boys. My team is at number one and has been number one since I joined. I don't like to lose. With me winning all these battles with my team, I'm proving the IF wrong about myself. They thought I would make a good fighter pilot. That would be a great job for anyone else at this school, but not me. I got my eye on a commander position. I could control some of my peers who had to settle for a lowly pilot position. I could be in charge of a whole squadron. I can finally take charge. Plus if I'm gonna waste up here in this space station might as well make my family proud.

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