((This is all about Sasha Collins and Nathaniel Collins, the two additional Marines in my DOOM fan-fic. It is about their childhoods, and early life before they became the Marines who saved the world. Lol. I start you off in the high school world.))

"I'm going now!"

It's the year 2036 in Nevada. It's close to the desert which had recently been entered 10 years ago under classified investigation. Not many reports on the news have said anything about any investigation. But she knew.

A fair skinned girl with long sleek black hair and dark green eyes stood at the door to her average home. She was fifteen years old, about 5'4.5'' and very slim. Not anorexic slim, but slim. She wore a pair of regular low-riding blue jeans with a few holes and frays. She wore a pair of classic Vans sneakers that have been around for years, from 36 years ago!

Her lips were glossed and soft, her eyes lined in a brown liner, with a touch of purple on the corners. She wore the smallest amount of blush. She wasn't tan, or white. She wore a beater with the word 'Marines' on the front and 'Semper Fi' on the back. Her father had gotten it for her last year before he died. She was a sophomore in high school. The regular, boring, and supposedly opportunistic high school is exactly what she hated. She sighed.

"Wait up!" A boy's voice called from up the stairs. There was some scrambling heard then thumping as he came rushing down the stairs. The girl looked at him with a small smirk.

"I'm waiting." She said, voice soft. He grinned. He wore a pair of baggy jeans, classic converse shoes he ordered over the internet, a black band t-shirt with his band name: 'The Exorz' on it. He had short black hair, and was slightly tanned. Neither of them had freckles or any noticeable blemishes. They looked exactly alike, except his eyes were an ice blue. They were twins.

"Well I'm ready Sasha." He snorted trying not to laugh at his sister's odd look.

"Nathaniel, what the hell are you wearing?"

"I could say the same for you Marine girl." He retorted opening the door. She looked at him, lips parted.

"Fair enough." She said and walked out the open door. Nathaniel followed behind her, closing and locking the door with his keys.

The twins set off down the street. Their school was only two blocks away and it was a beautiful day, like any other day in Nevada. Sasha slipped on some fire red and orange tinted sunglasses that hid her eyes from the sun. It was a perfect day out; she really didn't want to go to school. It's not like her mom cared anyways. She was always at work and too grief stricken to be a mother figure anymore. It was alright, in fact, Sasha and Nathaniel always took care of themselves. Sasha had a Job, and Nathaniel played with his band in bar's or other clubs to get money.

"I might skip again today." She said, still walking down the street.

"Again?" He asked and shook his head keeping pace with his sister.

"Yeah, why?" She looked at him, her glasses blocking him from seeing any emotion in her eyes.

"I dunno. . .I don't like school. . .I would rather go to work now."

"So you can design some more guns huh?" He gave her a stern look.

"Duh." Was all she said. She was big into designing weaponry, and was rather good at it too. Her brother could do it too, except he would rather wield an instrument than wield a gun at the moment. She gave him a look and kept walking. Nathaniel shook his head once more at his weird sister and sped up to keep pace.

They were there in about five minutes after their chat. Sasha was still debating on skipping and going straight to work. They would let her come because she was so good at what she did. It was sort of odd for a fifteen year old, let alone a girl, to design guns for the investigations of the secret facility on another planet. Not aliens, but humans who worked on the planet Mars.

"See you after school then." Nathaniel said. He sort of figured she was going to go through with skipping today.

"Lunch." She said and walked off towards her locker. He looked back at her with a small smile. He headed to his own locker. There was only four minutes until the bell.

The day was long and boring in Sasha's mind. She did like some of the subjects she was taking like, Psychology, MROTC, which was a Marine military program the school, offered. She took Biology AP, Advanced Dramatics, and a forensic course for only a semester. Her first class of the day was a college course, or English advanced placement. She made a disgusted face as she walked into that class. Not many people took this course, and some of them shouldn't even be in the class with the grade they are getting. She took her seat and waited for the class to start then end.

Nathaniel sat in his first hour class taking notes. He was in Biology AP, an easy class, but he had a B+ in it not an A+ like Sasha. She helped him whenever she could though and he was grateful. He wondered constantly about where their lives would end up. He had read all about the history of America where they lived, and about all the wars, and the War on Terrorism in 2000. It was a pretty pointless war in his view. Things were so different now than they were thirty six years ago.

It was lunch now and the twins had class together and would go to lunch at the same time. It was 5th hour Pre-Calculus. This school had very high standards, and expected the students to be in at least advanced classes. The twins always chose the college courses, that way they wouldn't have to be in college for very long. Sasha knew she wanted to be a scientist or possibly a marine.

"Yo, babe wassup?" A guy sitting behind Sasha said as he lent forwards. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a smile. It was her friend Derrik Hunt. His brother was in front of her. Kevin turned around to face her too and gave a grin.

"Same ol' same ol' stuff." She replied and finished a math problem as she spoke. "What's up with you two?"

"Same as always. Trying to live through Pre- Calculus, if you know what I mean?" Derrik said frowning. He rather hated math, and school altogether and would often skip with Sasha. Kevin and Derrik were the same age, but not twins. They were apart of Nathaniel's band. Very skilled guitarists.

"Yeah, all this shit is boring." Kevin sighed and put his stuff away so he wouldn't have to think or look at it anymore.

"What isn't these days?" Nathaniel interjected smiling. He was sitting in the desk to the left of Sasha and had remained working until now.

The teacher dismissed the class and the four friends went down the two flights of stairs to the cafeteria. Sasha put her stuff in her locker as they passed it. They went different ways to get lunch. Sasha went to get a spicy chicken sandwich, a bag of old fashion kettle-corn popcorn, a fresca drink, and a raspberry filled desert. Her usual, unless she didn't feel like eating much. Most of the people who were around her thought she was anorexic but when they saw what she ate and how fast she ate it, they could see she was far from anorexia.

Nathaniel came back with pizza and fries, Derrik with a sub, and Kevin with a burger. They chose their usual table and sat down as others joined them.

"So has anyone heard anything about a secret letter people are sending out to select few students?" One of the kids who had joined the table said to another. Sasha tuned in as she ate. It was odd, and the student didn't know enough information about it to interest her any further.

'A secret letter huh? Sounds like some honor society trying to conform people.'

She thought taking a drink from her Fresca drink. She shrugged mentally at it.

Lunch passed with lots of chatter, and pranks as usual. She sat back in her chair with her feet on the table eating Kettle corn from the bag.

"So what are you going to do when you guys get outta here?" Derrik said.

"Out of lunch or school?" Nathaniel asked being a smart-ass.

"School! Duh Nate! Duh." Derrik laughed.

"I don't know yet. What is going to happen to the band then if we each go separate ways?" Nathaniel asked quietly. He hated to think that it wouldn't last after high school.

"Weapons design or a scientist." Sasha put in still eating.

"That was an obvious guess." Kevin said with a smirk.

"Miss goody goody A+ Student! Ha!" Derrik and Kevin both said in unison. Sasha laughed almost spitting out her drink. The other three burst into laughter. She punched Kevin hard in the arm.

"Ow!"

"Damn!" Derrik howled still laughing.

"That's what you get." Sasha snapped good naturedly.

The bell for 6th hour rang. Kevin and Sasha went off to Biology AP, while Nathaniel went to philosophy, and Derrik to English AP.

Biology was fun like usual. She and Kevin were making fun of a guy in a video that was really messed in the head to let a Lamprey bite him, along with fleas, and bedbugs, and the Kissing Bug. Ewww.

"Oooh it's a Lamprey! Let's see if it can bite me!" Sasha cackled acting out the guy's actions. Kevin was almost to tears because he was laughing so hard. "Oh god . . . Oh god! Getthisthingofame. . .!" She slurred her words and stumbled around. The class was in an uproar of laughter, even the teacher chuckled. Who knew today would be okay . . . After 5th hour of course. She laughed and sat down.

"It's too funny!" Kevin was trying to stop laughing but clutched his gut because it was hurting due to how hard he was laughing.

"Dude, breathe!" She snickered.

7th hour began with her calling the Platoon to attention. It was her MROTC class, and she had been chosen for commander the 2nd time that year. They usually get two commanders, one per semester. They did role and announcements. Most of her classmates were slightly intimidated by her. Only two had the nerve to ask her out to a date, which she had so politely declined. She was usually too busy to date or have a relationship.

The retired Marine teacher came in. He held an envelope in his hands.

"Platoon attench-ion!" She called. Every time a high ranking officer entered the room you had to call the room or Platoon to attention.

"At ease." He said walking towards Sasha with the envelope. He set it in front of her. By the look on his face he had no idea what it was about. He began class.

Sasha looked at the letter in front of her and slowly took it into her hands. Examining it she held it up to the light to see its contents. With no luck, she finally opened it to reveal a typed letter addressed to her.

Ms. Sasha Collins,

This is a letter from the Mars base. I'm sure you know what we are about and what we do here. We have closely examined your designs and achievements in school, and wish to welcome you to the base as a scientist and weapon designer. For ten years we have been exploring and searching for the answers to the questions we hold about this planet and the supposed life it contained.

We wish to have a brief meeting before we welcome you to the base itself. We cannot exactly take you out of your education, but we can reserve a spot just for you. We believe you shall be essential to our missions and experiments.

Please remember that this is a top secret investigation. It would be wise not to share it with anyone other than your family.

Dr. Carmac

She folded up the letter and placed it back in the envelope. She spent the rest of the class period thinking about it.