Chapter 1: Wolf-Dietrich Smith

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Date: August 28th, 2014
Location: Hope, New Mexico, United States of America, North America

Inside a trailer that is surrounded by 3 other trailers and 2 houses is a teen who is writing in a notebook. Next to the notebook is a big book that is titled "Aircraft of World War II". The teen stops writing and puts down his pencil. He closes his book and yawns.

"That's enough writing for a while." He gets up from his chair and stretches. "Monoplanes are awesome but biplanes will always be better to me." He gets both books and puts them away in a cabinet nearby that is labeled "Wolf's stuff".

Wolf steps out of the trailer and sighs happily. "Done with your homework?"

He looks to his right and sees a woman sitting on a lawn chair in front of a small house. She's wearing a sundress, sunglasses, and fedora. A few feet in front of her was a grill.

"Yes, Mrs. Miller."

Mrs. Miller smiles. "That's good. Ready for dinner later? We are having steaks, fried pineapples, pinto beans, and mashed potatoes."

Wolf nods and smiles. "I can't wait." He looks up to the clear blue sky and then back to Mrs. Miller. "Who is making the pinto beans and mashed potatoes?" Mrs. Miller smiles. "Sean and Lisa Valentine are." "Okay."

Wolf leans against his trailer. "It's good to take a break every once in a while."

He looks up when he hears an engine in the air. He sees a plane fly by and glares at it.

He mumbled under his breath. "I wish we still kept on using propeller planes like the P-51 Mustang and P-38 Lightning instead of those jets like that F-16 and A-10…"

Date: August 29th, 2014
Location: Hope, New Mexico, United States of America, North America

The bell rings. A voice is heard in the room.

"Alright then. Class is dismissed."

All the students in the classroom got up, grabbed their bags, and left.

Wolf yawns while walking through the hallway. I shouldn't have pulled that all-nighter drawing those pictures thought the kid as he walks through the entrance doors.

"Hey Wolf!"

He looked to his left and saw one of his friends catch up to him.

"Hi Josh."

"Want to hang out later on?"

"I can't, dude. I need to do some homework."

"Alright then. See you later."

Wolf watches his friend walk away.

Maybe some other time he thought as continues his way to his home.

Wolf looks at his white trailer. He glanced to his left and looked at a small light blue house with a brown roof. He glances to his right and sees a light brown house with the same roof color. He pulls open the first door and then the second. He climbs inside and closes both doors.

Once inside, he walks over to the small table with two chairs. He places his bag on the floor and opens it. He pulls out his notebook and turns some pages.

"Which topic should I choose...hmm...Ah! I know but first!"

He turns on the radio and it starts playing music.

"Nice. Glenn Miller is an amazing musician and I love In The Mood."

He takes out a pencil and starts writing.

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