"CRAP!" I screamed as I was playing on my X-box.
"Halo, calm yourself, it's just a game dude." Someone said on the other end of the mike.
"Friendly, Orbital Strike System incoming, watch your step!"
"YES!" I screamed as the friendly kill-streak was entering the airspace, and I said it again as I got my third kill-streak.
"J-GAM System ready to drop, repeat, J-GAM System ready to drop."
I looked to the corner to see my highlighted Kill-streaks:
O.S.S.
Joint-Guided Assault Munitions
Anti-Explosive Systems
Weapons Drop
Oh, I almost forgot, my name is BurnHalo, and as far as I can remember, I never had parents, I've always been living with my aunt and her family.
Anyway, I'm starting at a new Public School tomorrow, and, to be quite truthful, I'm pretty nervous. Not because I think I'll fail the classes, but just because I' never like to talk to people other than my family, and honestly I don't know why.
Come to think about it, when I ask what happened to my parents, I get scolded, then I feel bad for seeing them cry.
Ya, so, my family says that I always broke things. Ya, ya, don't think that you know me out of the bag, they say that I had a, errrrm, Quote Unquote, Special way to break things, and I hope I don't specially break someone's nose or arm, or both, tomorrow. So ya, I'm going to go back to my game, see-ya.
A/N: So ya, I've adopted this story from BurnHaloz. Don't own the OC, BurnHalo, he does, and I HATE COPYRIGHTED CRAP, although! For the record to pronounce my Penname its (Won-der-bar [or Wonderful in English] Rick-toe-ven. Peace.