I told Regina what I wanted. I want a second chance. Not just for me, but for everyone. For Grace. For Emma. She didn't listen. She let the people figure it out for themselves. As I stand there in that room, I wonder: is this really the right thing to do? "Do we have a deal?" He asks, grinning slyly and holding up the quill and contract. I look at the quill and curled paper. I stare back at his grinning face again. Without thinking, I snatch them out of his hand, signing messily "Jefferson". He takes the contract and quill, maniacally giggling that weird giggle. "Deal," I say, slightly smiling. I wake to the sound of trumpets, our good morning welcome as we groggily put on cargo pants and a T-shirt. I walk down to the Dining Hall and get mesh. I pick at it then get my gear. In the mornings, it seems cool, calm, and relaxed, but there is stress, tension, and sometimes emotion. This isn't just boot camp. This is a full on war. The 2nd World War. I DONT OWN OUAT OR MARVEL.

This is a series of short stories from my second year in marching band. Hope you enjoy!!!! It's all true (except most of the names)

It's a sequel to my first book ever, LET THE STORM RAGE ON. Read The first one first. You'll be confused if you don't. Anyways, Jelsa lovers enjoy! -Stella_Xiao

I'm revising this to make it better. But if you want to read incomplete sentences like It's fine by me as long as you enjoy it. Stella_Xiao