Protecting the Royal Idiot

Protecting the Royal Idiot - Chapter 5

Hey everyone~! Just a quick memo: I won't be uploading for a while, since I'm going on vacation :o I'll give you a hint... the place I'm going to starts with a U and ends with niversal. ;D But anyways, it sucks that I won't be able to upload :S Plus, there's Christmas when I come back, and then the day after Christmas, I'll probably be rolling around my house like a lazy bum from eating so much. :3 So I'm leaving today.

Oh, and random: Don't you hate when you find a story on the what's hot list, and you wanna read it, but it already has like 3 billion pages in it? And then when you try to catch up, you end up falling behind again because the author decides to upload 3 chapters in a day. Blehh. :P I know, random outburst. O.o

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Chapter 5

"Ouch!" I shrieked, jumping backwards, clutching my bleeding wrist. I heard Kim laugh from behind me, and I shot her a look. I should be the one being a female dog to her, since she was the one who ran over my stuff last week. Charlie is kind of caught in the middle of the two of us--that makes me feel bad for him. It's pretty vicious between Kim and I.

I looked down at my wrist, and then glanced up at the stupid German Shepherd who had bit me. He was growling and tugging on his chain. I stuck my tongue out at the stupid dog; I can't believe I got assigned the biggest dog. Everyone calls me an oompa-loompa, so I think I should get the smallest dog. But nooo, I just have to be assigned the biggest, baddest, stupidest German Shepherd. Like seriously, Kimi's German Shepherd looks like a freakin' Chihuahua. And Charlie's is practically the size of a Yorkie on steroids or something.

"Jenna! Focus and get past him!" my instructor shouted. I groaned and pulled some gauze out of my pocket. The dog had bitten that giant vein that runs up my arm, and it was spewing blood like crazy. I quickly wrapped the gauze around my wrist. I tied the ends in a knot and focused on the German Shepherd. I could almost see the bloodlust in his eyes. The pole he was chained to was tilted from being tugged on so hard.

I stood there for a few more seconds before darting to the side. The German Shepherd snapped at me again, jumping up on his hind legs. I quickly changed direction and went the other way. The dog couldn't turn quickly enough. I had been looking back at him over my shoulder, so I slammed into the chainlink fence. I quickly scrambled to get away from the fence, just as the German Shepherd was about to snap at my ankle. I gritted my teeth and sprinted down the stretch of land ahead of me, focusing on the finish line. I heard the dog yelping behind me.

I tore the green ribbon at the finish line, and I pumped my fist in the air. My instructor unchained the German Shepherd and held onto his collar. The dog tried dashing forward, but my instructor was strong enough to keep him under control. The other students walked over to me with him.

"Good job, Jenna," my instructor said in his thick accent. He made sure to keep a few feet away from me with the German Shepherd. "And since this one's all yours, his name is Max," he added. I glared down at the dog. He glared right back at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he got riled up and started barking at me. I smirked.

"Wasn't that difficult," Kim muttered. I smiled smugly at her. "Because our dogs were totally the same size," I said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and stormed off into the kennel, where are the dogs are kept. Yep, they're all German Shepherds, cooped up in there.

"G'job," Charlie said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I grinned up at him. "I know, right?" I said cockily. He shook his head and smiled, his red hair falling in front of his face.

"Well that's it for today," our instructor told us. I looked around at the other students, who all sighed in relief. I did the same and started walking back to the barracks. I looked over my shoulder at Max. Hmm, Max. It's the typical dog name. I guess even in the UK.

Once I got back to the barracks, I started washing my face in the sink. Today was a hard day of training, especially the part where I got bitten. First we had to run through a muddy obstacle course, then we had to drive Jeeps up steep inclines, after that we swam through a lake carrying backpacks, and finally came the German Shepherds. I looked in the mirror hanging above the sink. I had dark circles under my eyes, and I looked exhausted. Which was true.

I changed into the pajamas that everyone has to wear. It's weird how the guys and the girls have to wear the same thing. It's a pair of flannel pajama pants and a matching flannel button up shirt. The ensemble is a dull blue. And it's not particularly comfortable either.

"Hey roommate," I said as Beatrice walked in. She tossed her supply pack onto the floor and threw herself into the bottom bunk. "Thanks for the hi," I muttered. She sighed loudly.

"Sorry, Jenna. It's just that Henry's been an arse all day. He's been ignoring me, and I swear he's been staring at our instructor," Bea told me wearily. I shook my head and washed my face again. I climbed up to the top bunk. I searched for the remote and flipped on the TV.

"Some TV will get your mind off your arse of a boyfriend," I told her. I really didn't feel like telling her how stupid Henry is, and how our instructors shouldn't be less than ten years older than us. So I just turned to the news channel to see what's going on in the UK.

"Alright," Bea said from the bottom bunk. We both sighed in unison. Military school is definitely exhausting.

"The royal family has received several threats through e-mail recently," the news lady on the TV said. She was standing in front of where the royal family lives, which is a huge castle with ramparts, towers, and everything. "Police have not been able to trace the source of these e-mails yet." I raised an eyebrow.

"Aren't police supposed to be able to trace everything?" I said. I heard soft snoring coming from the bottom bunk. I sighed and sat up.

"Officials have announced that two students from Hughes Military School will be chosen to protect the royal family," the news lady continued. I gasped. That's how you know it surprised me--I never gasp at the news.

"Authorities will visit the military school tomorrow to choose two worthy students to come to the castle. Students, if you are listening, get ready for tomorrow's visit," the news lady said. She finally signed off with a smile. I put my elbow on my knee, and my chin in my hand.

I doubt I'll even get picked. I mean, I'm an oompa-loompa with a slit wrist. I bet they won't even look at me.

At least I hope not.

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Have you ever written something and completely hated it? Well that's just what happened here. >:T

P.S. Charlie was inspired by Charlie McDonell (charlieissocoollike) :}