I have never been to military school! So sorry, but I might get some of this wrong, but this is just from what I know. Feel free to correct me.
Just another ordinary day at Abraham Lincoln Military Academy. Get up, eat, train, go to class, train some more, eat dinner, go to bed. Her days were as simple as that….and had been like that for 3 years. Almost nothing changed.
That was so unlike her old boarding school: Pacific Coast Academy. Everyday was a new, fun-filled day with her roommates Zoey and Nicole. They had amazing adventures, and she got to do some amazing things there from being in a Jet-X commercial to having Drake Bell perform at their Spring Fling.
She had loved PCA, and she didn't want to leave her friends. But after "The Accident", her grades were slipping, and her parents concluded that PCA's enviroment was too loose, and didn't focus enough on learning.
That's why they thought military school was best: excellent academic program and she could lose her attitude. That was fine with her; after "The Accident" she never wanted to see PCA again.
So that was her reason for why she was standing in line, waiting to go under the barbed wire, and pass the baton over to the person on the other side. That was her reason for getting up early in the morning. That was her reason for enduring everything she had to live with here. That's her reason for wearing a uniform. That was her reason for everything.
"COME ON CADET! STOP DAYDREAMING! MOVE IT! MOVE IT! MOVE IT!" The sergeant screamed at Dana. So she quickly moved on her elbows under the barbed wire, and passed the baton over. She turned around, and crawled back, and went to do the tires.
But out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a limo pull up in front of the school. A boy with amazing brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes, and a nice, toned body got out with a frown on his face.
"Dad? Do I really have to do this?!" the boy said in a voice that sounded all too familiar.
"Yes, you do," his dad answered.
"I know I haven't been the nicest guy, but please? Give me a second chance!" the boy cried out, getting down on his knees.
"You're way past a second chance. You've been spending too much of my money, and I thought this would be a perfect place where you won't be spending money on anything, and where you can shape up and become a man."
"Please, please! No!"
"Yes, Logan, yes! I'm doing this for your own good."
Dana stopped in place, frozen with fear. "N-n-no," she trembled, whispering softly.
The person behind her, pushed her, and she did a face-plant into the tires. The sergeant stood next to her, yelling at her to get up.
Later, this girl named Amy (a girl who constantly followed her around, but Dana refused to call her friend), walked with her to the mess hall, saying, "What happened back there at the tires? You were standing so still….it looks like you saw a ghost or something."
Dana, ignoring her, walked faster, until she could see her no more.
BAM! She collided with someone, and he extended a hand to help her up. She took it, and saw that she was face-to-face with Logan Reese.
Dun dun dun! Hopefully I'll have the 2nd chapter up soon :) please R&R!