The Rebels' Army
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"Get up already!" Luke yelled throughout the barracks. Using the same tone he used when I first came here. I got up and put on the only pair of pants that I had. When I put them on, I felt something in the pockets. I pulled out the object. It was my mother's old pocket watch. I unscrewed the back and pulled out the tiny photo that was hidden within it. My mother was beautiful when she was young. Smiling that sweet smile, with her arms around my dad. My dad. I could feel myself growing hot with anger. I have always hated him, ever since I was little. Always.
I could still remember when I was around eight years old, the day everything collapsed.
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