Right and Wrong

prologue: Everyday

Everyone has a backstory, some are worse than others; some are happy, some are gruesome, some maybe sad. However, whatever your backstory maybe, everyone is their own person. No one else is the same, and that's a good thing, because if everyone was the same; then everyone will know what you will be doing next, and if everyone did know what you would do, well we would not have a story, now would we.

Commander John Malum, a fifty-two year old man with a barely noticeable receding hair line, was not in a good mood; and when he was not in a good mood, no one was. 

'WHERE IS SHE?' he roared as he stormed up towards the nearest person, yanked them by the collar of their shirt and glared at them.

'She's in her room, Sir'

'Go get her, NOW'

Commander Malum, threw Chuck on the ground, who then scrambled off the floor and ran. Chuck ran all the way to the other side of the base, where all the bedrooms where located. Appearing right outside of one of the bigger rooms that read "Eleanora" small for his age, Chuck raised his small fist and pounded on the carbon steel door, making a small dent.

Chuck didn't have to wait long, before the sliding door opened revealing, Eleanora. Who stood there in white tank top, and jean shorts, with her tree trunk brown hair falling just passed her shoulders.

'Hey, Woodchuck, what's up?' she asked

'You pissed off the Commander, Ace' Chuck responded, as he was still shaking

'What did I do this time?' Eleanora asked confused

Eleanora, had pissed off the Commander many times before; she had actually lost count of how many times, pissing him off had occurred. However, she would always know what she did to piss the man off; but this time she just didn't know.

'I don't know' Chuck responded stressfully 'But you better go, before he hurts someone'

So, with a groan and a roll of her vibrant, bright, violet eyes, Eleanora grabbed her stripped pink and white button up collar shirt and threw it on just to cover her shoulders. Then proceeded to walk to the Commander's office.

Eleanora, preferred her outfit without the stripped shirt, she thought it looked a lot better without it, but, unfortunately, living in a place that was mainly dominant by men, she felt safer as a sixteen year old girl, when she covered her shoulders.

She knew it was stupid, it was all just paranoia, but she could not help it to cover up sometimes. These men can't touch her, they were not allowed, but she did prefer it this way, she always did.

'You wanted to see me, Boss?' Eleanora said as she walked into the Commander's office, and sat in the same chair she always sat in when she got in trouble.

'Yes, I did. Explain this' Commander Malum slammed some papers on his desk facing Eleanora.

Eleanora, scooted forward, to get a better look at the papers; picking them up and going through them Eleanora answered.

'This is my history test, Boss'

'Would you like to explain why your grade is so low?'

Looking back at her test mark, which read 27/50. Setting the papers back down on the desk, Eleanora shifted uncomfortably in the chair.

'Technically I passed'

'Dammit, Ace' Commander Malum yelled slamming his large fist on his desk, causing Eleanora to flinch just a little bit 'Listen here, Eleanora. You wanted to go to a normal school, so, I let you go. No one else gets that privilege, they all have to learn here. So, you can at least get higher grades'