The story's kind of slow, the chapter's kind of short, and I've added a lot of characters. I hope you don't find it completely atrocious. Reviews and suggestions would be much appreciated. Spencer will appear next chapter. : )
Chapter 1: From the Beginning
"Ow!" I shout as I feel a hand hit the back of my head-- hard. "What the hell?!"
"Hey, don't "what the hell" me. You're the one who stole my Peanut Butter Cups!" Ah, Jake. He's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. He plopped down next to me on the couch of the student's lounge, his wavy brown hair rose and fell with the motion.
"I couldn't help it. They were just sitting there, waiting to be eaten!" I say, dramatically.
"Whatever, man! You owe me! Come on, we're gonna be late." He said in his usual manner as he slapped my knee and got off the couch.
I utter a lazy "ok" and follow him down to the field for the daily assembly.
Being late is not an option here at George King Military Academy. This co-ed private school is dead strict when it comes to punctuality. Our school is different from most military schools though, since we get to choose whether or not we join the military division. Unfortunately, I'm the only girl who found it interesting. But I don't mind. Most of my friends are guys anyway, and some of the girls don't really like me very much. So it's me and the guys on one side, and the girls on the other. That's how it's always been since the 8th grade.
We walk to one of the picnic tables in the field where my twin brother and a couple of our friends were sitting.
My brother, Angelo, was the first one to spot us. He gives us one of his bright smiles and scoots over to give us room to sit. In our little group, he's the forever gentleman. Always cool and composed. But don't get me wrong, he still knows how to have fun!
On the other side of the table were Travis and Quame. Travis was dozing off again, his usually neat kept blond hair was now all over the place. He'd never gotten used to the 5 o'clock wake up call and wasn't always himself in the mornings. Quame, on the other hand, is an early bird. Always up even before the bell rings. He gets this offended look on his face– which makes him look like that guy from that Disney movie with jump ropes straight to the hair style– as Jake says something about Al Pacino's new movie.
Jake's opinion was cut short by our cadet captain's low, harsh voice calling us over for the line up. We walk to the assembly with our olive green shirts, camouflage pants, and army boots and form our usual lines. I guess he got off the wrong side of the bed 'cause he made us do push-ups even before roll call.
This is going to be a shit-tiring morning.