The Book Of Abby

Air Force Junior ROTC

(I'm probably not allowed to talk about this on the Internet so uh... hi famalam and instructors if yall found this...)

Yall don't understand how much JROTC meant to me. I loved the course more than anything and I felt so safe and happy.

My "mother" (CoolfriendNR) (sorry mama boutta expose you for the purpose of this that litteraly four people read) Niani, she is litteraly a huge insparation. When I had to command the flight she said some;

"Don't let the big kids intimidate you, you intimidate them." Mother, that boosted my self confidence up loads.

Second in command was technically my flight seargent  (T or A. S. either one) but my "Brother" Quin. (QuinSmith7) conversations with this man have been some of the best haha. He said some

"I'll fuck someone up if they hurt you" and yall go get a Quin.

Third in command is (BewareOfXenophiliac) don't ask me how to pronounce that idk how. Anyway, Josh. This poor child. He is like my brother too. He family zoned haha sorry.

Also in third command is A. G. (I'm using initials for him because idk if he wanna be exposed. He don't have a wattpad.) This child litteraly told me like 2 weeks in the course that I wasn't ugly and I was me and I'm like "I'm me and I'm ugly" and he said "stop slay" and wowzers.

This entire unit means lot to me and if it wasn't for them and the people in there... I'd quite litteraly would be dead.

I love everyone in the unit so fucking much. I'd litteraly kill someone if they hurt my family. Or better known as famalam. I might be the shortest in the entire unit and the scrawniest, but I'll fight for them. Day and night in and out.

I love my "mother" and "brothers" so motherfucking much.

(Also if my instructors found this, hi. Love yall too, yall are like my grandpas. Hehe can I get like a 50 percents discount on my 107 dollar trip to D.C. too?)