Mysterious Boy

Chapter 1

Today is the first day of boot camp. It all begins with introductions. Our instructors name is Kieth Shadis, and he is way too hardcore. I can tell that he will push us, more than we can handle. I know because it's his way of instructing to be a good instructor.

I'm an orphan which means that most of my life was being in an orphanage. I made some friends and they're great, but since they refused to join with me to become a solider I came on my own. I still love my friends and I can see where they're coming from when they said they didn't want to join. It's scary. Not everyone have the same goals. I've met a lot of people, and most of them I'm not afraid to go up to them and say "hey! How was your day?" because I loved learning how everyone acted differently and respond differently.

"What's your name sir!" The bald man shouted in front of my face.

"Y/N L/N, sir!"

"Where have you come from solider?!"

"From Trost District, sir!"

"Trost? Why have you come here?"

"To give myself some meaning to the world!"

"Meaning? What is that suppose to mean?!"

Before I could answer the instructor got distracted by a particular girl behind me. I looked back to see what's up, she's eating a potato.

One: that's stupid

Two: why now

The instructor left me to go up to the girl. He looked unsatisfied about the scene he's looking at. I faced forward and minded my own business. This is why I love learning about others.

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Later that day, the girl had to run laps non-stop. Another fact about me: I hate seeing people in misery. Even if you see it everyday I do what I can. Even if it's small about it. I ran up to the girl and started jogging next to her. No hesitation. The girl looked puzzled.

"Hello?" She said

I looked at her with my E/C glimmering eyes and smiled.

"Hi"

She didn't stop jogging, but it looked like she forgot she was. She seemed like she'll always be confused in a type a way. Not all the time, but if it's necessary to be confused.  It'll be nice to introduce myself. I put out my hand and said:

"My names Y/N nice to meet you"

"Sasha" she answered accepting my handshake.

For most of my day I jogged with her. It was a pain in the ass, but I liked that I was able to make it better. For her she seemed relieved that she isn't the only one running.

Sasha: necessarily carefree

It was time for lunch and Sasha couldn't get any. I felt bad and I left from her side. Since we're only suppose to to have one tray I decided to give her mine, and some water. I would rather give it to her than trying to make myself feel better.

When I went into the mess hall the people around me instantly whispered. It was obvious that they were talking about me. Some didn't fit the description to be  a rat about it, but some did. They either were caring, careless, or wtf.

I got my tray and the water and before I can step out someone stopped me.

"Hey where are you going?" Said A guy with light brown hair and an under cut.

"Outside.." I replied

"For what? Are you gonna give it to potato girl?"

"Potato girl?"