CodeName: 813

Dilemma:

Army life isnt what you may assume it is. Its different. We dont constantly look out for danger or paint our faces with shoe polish. No. We act like normal people. Which is what i did in my training. But for some reason .. ive recieved a letter this morning. This is what the letter wrote,

"Dear Miss Julia Western,

"After a long and hard process of witnessing and judging all 350 of our trainie caddets. We've picked a small amount of just 100 to fill the spots we need to fend for our country. We must strongly put forward how extrodinary everyone single one of you men and women are. Both mentally and physically. When we recruited this year, we recived thousands of applications so each and everyone of you reciving this letter should hensforth feel proud. Unfortunatly, this time, you havent made it through to fight for our country. This descison is not solemnly based on personlity , strengths, weakness, or apperances. It is solemnly based on your attitude and knowledge of army life. When the war is over, we will recuite again. 

Take it easy soldier,

Swansbury Military Base,

I folded the letter back up and curled up. My legs contacting with my face and my hands clenched until sweat riddled them. That was it. My main dream was over. Well not over because i could apply again, bit for what. To do exaclly what i did then? I new i tried my hardest in myself so got up and went to my room. I took a large leap of faith onto my bouncy number 3 bed and sprawled out like a starfish. I tried to lean over to collect my acer laptop but failed and completly fell of the bed.

Getting back onto the bed i switched on my laptop and began job searching. I wasent like my foster parents. They'd never searched to get a job. They lived of housing benefits and child benefits. They lied to the council about my older brother have physical problems and that he was in a wheel chair to claim more money. Wish he was in a wheel chair. Then i could push him down the stairs. Sounds cruel. I am a bit cruel in my mind. I have weird disturbing dreams.

The other night one was about my friend. I lay on the bed in my dream. Yet i was watching all this happen. My friend is quite heavily built for his age of 13 which made it worse. He his me in my temple serveral times with a large sledge hammer. Meisha my other friend came in as she heard my screams. She busted the door open and stopped suddenly. Amazingly i dont know how i was still alive. I pretended to act dead so he wouldnt hurt me further. The hammer suddenly but violently magicly changed in to a flail. He swung it around around 6 times until it locked onto meishas head. He swung her around with it. The blood covering both the weapon and meishas now mangled face. The weapon slowly drifted out his hands and flung out of the window. The dream ended.

Always having dreams like this makes me frightened s i looked it up on the laptop while job searching. I saw jobs such as cornerstore owning, bar waitress, bar manager, marketing expert, antiques dealer. None of which interested me. I then spotted a job vacancy which looked a bit more on my wave length. A fitness instructer. In army trainging we were alwasy doing push ups, running for miles, jogging, crunches etc . it'd be perfect. I began writing my cv to post off. My mother came upstairs. Her abnormally large feet portraying ths sound of a stompede.She busted the door open and stood there, strong straight.

She questioned me constantly on why dinner was not on the table. I told her to do it for a change. She came over and spat in my face. Took several parts of my hair and yanked them until she had full control over me. She then began what would soon end up being the most regretable paragragh ever.

She said" Your getting to cheeky for your age. If your parents would have seen you like this they would have done nothing. Not me. No you need teaching a lesson you little shit. If that stupid bike wouldnt have got in the way theyd have no contact or way of finding you which would have been better for all of us."

I could see she was trying to push my downs the stairs, but  held onto my cabinet to give me strength. Mother looked startled. She came round the behind me and looked into my face. My sad, vigilant face had now diteriarated and was now red, piping hot, and crincled. She moved slowly backwards towards the door reaching for the handle. Her eyes began widening with tears slowly beginning to form.

"Get out of my room, you witch or do you want me to kill you like i did your brother!" I shouted!

Mother ran out the room crying. Id never seen her cry before. It felt amazing. But then i clocked onto what she just said. My parents. My real parents must have been in an accident. And she. She wanted them to die. I leaned on to the side of my bed. To recieve a message. A message from facebook. It was from a man named George Smith.It read.

"Hi, i dont know if theyve told you but were better now. Weve made arrangements with the orphanage to come and see you. Me and Claire we have a steady home now and good paid jobs. You can come round whenever you like. Just reply to this message so we know its definatly you Julie. Lots of Love, Dad.