Who I Was..

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"Ever thought you were made for something better? Like your whole world you once knew was falling apart and you just craved a way out and you wanted to make a better name for yourself? I was offered a chance to enter the worlds greatest military. The US Army. At first my family were not ok with it. But who would want their youngest child to enter the Department of Defense?"

"Daniel." A female voice woke me up. I awakened in my bed in a messed up room with cloths in the floor. Even at the age of 19 I wasn't very orderly.
"Damn it son, your room is a mess it stincks in here no wonder none of your ex's wanted to come back after their first visit."

"Ok ill clean after school, leave me alone." I groaned out under my sheets. She wasnt wrong though. Mothers never are. Even when they are wrong, they are still right. Until the day you move out. When she left the room I sat up to look over everything. It was a mess I started to feel bad almost.

After getting dressed, eating then brushing teeth. I texted my high school friend Isaac. He was off at times but still very relaxing to be around since he wasnt very judgmental. 'Dude you havent talked to me in days whats wrong?' I sent. He never answered. He could still be asleep since he graduated already. He was a year ahead of me after all. Still I remember him telling me he had an argument with his girlfriend. Oh well they'll be okay.

The walk down the hill to the bus stop was as relaxing as always. Line of trees on both sides of the road. Not a house to be seen till I get to the street. It was 6:25  bus arrives at 6:30 though it was normally early.

At that moment I received a text message I thought it was gonna be from Isaac but no. I did not recognize the number. I opened it up. It was a recruiter from the army advertising openings to enlist. I scoffed. Like anyone would pay anymind to that, or would I ever join.

The bus showed up it was 6:35. The driver was an elderly woman she was late but I didn't say anything about it. My final year. Last month too. Lets get this over with.

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