Don't read this book EVER! (unedited)

Tests make my brain hurt and apparently my leg too.

Black liquid seeped up from the hard floor.
I watch it mold and mash until a ten foot tall, twelve foot wide drone replica hovers before me.
Oh snap! I thought. But I didn't have time for thinking, or my head would be cut off by one of the blades propelling it in the air; gory but true.
I charge at it and it dips it's motorized blades towards me. I dodge every move and clutch my gun. I'm hoping not to be cut by drone blades today. I leap up gripping the robot with only a few fingers. I'm so short it is a miracle that my vertical jump could be so high. I pull myself up straining all my non-existent muscles. Sweat rolls down my face. I climb further up. The sounds of gears turning and the smell of metal fill the air. I feel like gagging. I climb to a small ledge and steady myself by holding on to a crack. Before I can vomit, I begin hitting the robot and it shakes vigorously. The motion is dizzying and I almost lose my grip. Terrified, I look down and we are ten feet off the ground. Drone arms that had recently materialized, swarmed all around me and I swat all of them away with the butt of my gun. I'm still straining my muscles to grip the dented metal, as an arm comes directly behind me and I swing aside. I grip the trigger too tight and a bullet flies down out of it and into my leg. I wince in pain. It's like my whole leg catches on fire and in that one spot it feels like there is a burning ember. The arm digs into its own body, leaving a gaping hole which reveals knots of colored wires and a glowing, pulsing green light. There is a human sized hole left in the exterior of the hovering monstrosity. I used what little strength I had left to pull myself into the hole.
My arms screamed owwwwwwwwwww as I shook them to get them loose.
But I remain silent. I crawl through the rainbow cords knotted inside the robot.
A heat sensitive arm follows me in. I move out of the way and behind the light: the power core. Every Drone has a heated power core.
The arm grabs at it and pulls it out thinking it was me.
Then the power shuts off. The Drone begins to collapse. I leap out and fall to the floor on my ankle. The pain shoots up my whole leg while I struggle to get up. Unfortunately it is the same leg that just got shot.
"Oww!" I wince in pain.
Warren ran to my assistance.
"I told you that the last test part wasn't for you!" He grabs my hand and pulls me up.
"Thanks for the help." I roll my eyes.
When someone helps me I hate it; I feel like I owe them. I also hate when people touch me. Warren had just done both things.
"Dude your leg is bleeding!" He points out,
Gee, thanks for pointing out the obvious, I thought.
"Sorry, I guess now the floor is all bloody."
I am surprised that he didn't see that I was shot when I was killing that drone. A pool of blood laps at our feet. I almost gagged until I realize it is just kool aid that was leaking out of my water bottle that was slung over my back. He walks me out to the hallway still helping me to walk because if he didn't I would be on the floor writhing in pain. But
Then when he reach the end of the hallway leading to the waiting .
" Im fine really! We could go to the assembly!" He ignores me and didn't walk into the the assembly room. He turns left into a small room that is cold and smells like mildew.
There stood a nurse and a few gurney and other hospital supplies.
"Oh dear, you better wait here while I get the doctor." Yeah sure I'll just wait here as I bleed from my leg.
I don't have time for this.
" I'm fine look!" I stand up on my bad leg and close my eyes to hold in the pain.
"Dude your leg is obviously hurt, cut it out because you know that If you are hurt too badly Aiden won't let you go a be in the battle." Warren leaned against a cart of supplies. I don't want to be late to the assembly. Warren instructs me to sit down. It isn't even fair that he gets to boss me around. He isn't my older brother. He's just his best friend.
"Well you can take a seat. I'm going to fix your leg." The doctor looked tired,
I sat on a gurney. The doctor pulls out a pair tweezers and told me to point to the bullet hole. It digs into my skin. I now want to scream hey that's my raw flesh not the bullet. Blood began pouring out from the hole. I can feel the doctor twisting it out. My jaw is clenched and my throat tightened. It always does that when I'm anxious. My eyes are shut tight because, I did NOT want to see my leg being all bloody and such.
"It's out!" Announces the doctor,
The nurse put a patch over it.
" She should be fine." The nurse says, as if she was carrying on with a normal conversation, not talking to a patient who just got shot in the leg. Not that I want her to. I'm also sure that pulling a bullet out of someone in a small dirty room with tweezers was not sanitary.
" Thank you." I wobble as I stand up, Warren helped me.
" Her amount of lead in her now might be dangerously high." He turned around and tossed Warren some really tiny syringes. Oh goody!
" That should help." The doctor walked away with out another word.
Warren looks a pale green shade. I didn't think he was squeamish. He waves bye to the nurse and helped me step out into the hallway.
"Attention! Attention! AOYD assembly will now be starting." A voice announces,
"Look Warren! We're going to be late!" I try to limp faster. I'm so pathetic. All the stupid things I do Is supposed be recorded in a brain journal. And if anyone even read half of the weird things I do they would be suprized at how much my thoughts and actions don't seem like me.
"Slow down we'll never get to the assembly at any rate." Warren shuffle his feet to catch up to me. Then my leg wobbled forward and suddenly I was on the floor. I picked myself up before Warren could.
" So how is your leg?" Warren still as green as grass. Oh yeah sure I just got shot but I'm okay. I think.
"I'll survive," I exhale,
"The only thing that you need to survive is the training camp."
It is the week of torture AKA school. BLECK!
I say nothing, I just wanted to sit down in an assembly chair.
Each step feels like the hallway is getting longer. The steps on my bad leg are like I am getting shot with tiny bullets. My eyes trailed the ground. Some thing small falls out of Warren's pocket. I pretended to fall.
"Ouch," I say.
While being on the ground again, I picked it up while Warren's Focus is elsewhere.
I just put it in my pocket when he turned to help me up.
"Stop falling geez." Warren teases.
" I didn't fall I just," was picking up that mysterious note that dropped out of your pocket, I thought "was hugging the floor."
As I said that last word we reached our destination. I could hear the angels singing. Halelujah I can finally sit down. We were so late they were already watching that boring movie about how our society now sucks and what not and how the old government system failed so we rebuilt it. How drones keep attacking our safe house and that Hawaii was the only place left that wasn't found so people crowded up Hawaii. I snickered at the part that said, " That's why we need you to defend the city boundaries." It sounded like an old vintage Draft card. The point was to make all the teens feel like heroes, and not think that the adults were sending them to their death. We all know the truth. This all makes me feel like we are in some kind of cheesy, cliché dystopian fiction novels people read to reassure themselves the world isn't so bad after all. If anything I would want to be in a book with super powers. Dang! Then I could shoot eye lasers at all the people I hate. Also the super suit would be cool. No spandex though.
"Hey, umm I think there are two open seats over there." Warren said pulling me back into reality.
"Oh yeah." I say, trying to pretend I wasn't just picturing myself in a supersuit.
Each little step was a step closer to heaven AKA sitting down.
Ahh my brain sighs with relief, when I finally sat down. The relief came like the end of the test, or when you finally get to pee. Oh don't pretend that never happens. Still there was some thing nawing at my stomach and twisting it and turning it like it was play dough. Something is still bothering me.
Oh the note.
Right.

A/n : Hey So That's the first chapter of my book. Hope you liked it. Comment please. I love feedback. Y'all are beautiful Jesus loves you. And that was the note? Was it a blank note? Will she return it. I really don't know. Thank you to my approver/editor joiekeala.