Short cuts always leads to an unexpected path.
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"Jesus, I hate the new drills that we're doing... especially those side-to-side knee lifts...it makes me feel stupid."
I glanced over at the boy, who wore the same JROTC uniform as me.
"Yeah", I agreed, noticing his build. "We just learned them yesterday, and it's like staff expects us to have it perfect on the first try."
He grinned, and extended his hand. "I'm Robbins."
I grasped his hand and we shook hands firmly.
"Mitchell."
Please bear with me; this is the first story I'm writing that is not a fan fiction. Please comment to let me know how I'm doing
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.