I Should've Kept Everything Secret

~Routine/Demonstration

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Recap:

            The group was huddled a few feet away from us. They formed a single line with their guns and started their routine. They banged, flipped, tossed, and twirled their guns many times throughout the routine. After they finished, everyone inthe room clapped. I brought my hands together and slowly clapped for them. One of them approached me. He was around my height and was covered in sweat.

            "What'd you think?" He asked.I hesitated. It was good, don't get me wrong. But there were some flaws in their routine.

            "It was...nice," I answered. I instantly knew that my words were somehow offending to him.

Chapter 2

            "It was...nice," I answered. I instantly knew that my words were somehow offending to him.

            "Nice? It's supposed to be amazing...stunning...outstanding," he shouted.

            "Your routine needs better moves," I shouted back. I wasn't aware that everyone was looking at us and that they heard every word.

            "Oh, and I bet you can do better?" He sarcastically asked.

            That made me mad. Furiously angry. In my anger, logic seemed to be pushed aside from my brain.

            "Watch me," I retorted angrily. I grabbed a gun from one of the other guys. The weight of the gun felt so familiar in my hands.

            I started my own routine. I banged, flipped, tossed, and twirled my gun in more complex moves than the guys. When I finished my arms and hands were sore and I was sweating like it was the hottest day of the year. My braid was slowly unwinding itself and some of my hair was plastered onto my face.

            I then heard cheering. Everyone was clapping, even the guy that had made me angry. Ashley and Courtney went to me and started pestering me with questions.

            "You were amazing. Where did you learn to do that?"

            "Do you think you could teach me?"

            "Are you going to join the team?"

            "How did you do that twist? It looked so hard!"

            I frowned, not really listening to their questions, not that they expected an answer from me. I started gathering my stuff. I planned to leave the school.

            "Where are you going?" Somebody asked as I was almost out the door.I turned around and saw the man that started all this.

            "I'm going home."

            "You're not even going to ask if you can join the team?" The lieutenant colonel wondered.

            "I don't plan on joining the team. No offense, sir," I said and ran out the door.

            I didn't turn back to look if anyone was following me. I got into my car and drove to my house. When I got there, I was calm. I went in and dropped my bag. My house had only one floor with two bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. I pulled the scrunched off my braid and untangled my hair. I fixed myself some dinner and ate as fast as I could. I washed the dishes and then decided to shower.

            As I showered, I felt the sweat slid off and water take its place. I wrapped myself in a towel after I shut the water off. I saw steam fog up the mirror. I stepped out of the bathroom and felt cold air slam onto my body. I shivered slightly and ran to my room. My room had lavender walls on all four sides. My bed was pushed on one wall, right next to the window. I had white drapes over the window. A desk was opposite of my bed and on the other side of the window. My dresser was wooden and four feet tall. On the dresser were only two photos, my hairbrush, and a couple of scrunches.

            I dressed myself into a big t-shirt that used to belong to my dad and a pair of shorts. I quickly brushed my wet hair for a couple of seconds and then tied it back into a braid. I started on my homework with the laptop on my desk. After I was done with everything, I decided to go to bed. I looked at the photos on my dresser and then at the photo on my nightstand.

            They were all photos of my parents and me. Two of them had pictures of Mom and Dad in their uniforms. The other photo had them in regular casual clothes. Mom and Dad wore uniforms of either white or green. Dad was part of the marine. Mom was part of the army. They both died 3 years ago while on active duty, leaving me alone on this earth.

            I had Mom's chestnut hair which was streaked with strands of red and gold. Her hair was shorter than mine though. Hers was at shoulder length while mine was close to my waist. I also had her height, which was around 5 feet and 4 inches. The rest of me was Dad's. I had his hazel-green eyes and his personality traits, even his temper, to my regret.

            I missed them every day. They had left me everything they possessed, including a very large bank account. When they had died, I was young, only fourteen years old, on my way to graduating middle school. Child services sent me to live with my aunt and uncle who were related to Dad. When I had turned seventeen, I had begged them to let me live on my own. In the end, they relented. In a few months, I'm going to be eighteen and become an adult.Mom and Dad had left me this house, writing in their wills that it was the house they used to live in before I was born and had many memories dear to them. I couldn't bear to sell it.

            "I miss you, Mom, Dad," I whispered to the photos before I closed the lights and pulled the blankets over my head.