Disclaimer: I don't own them. or them.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: None really...
Summary: Tristan's life, the way he sees it.
AN: I actually DID my research for this. This is probably the military academy he would have been sent to, it's the only one in North Carolina that I found. I took all my information right from their website. http://www.oakridgemilitary.com/
Affirmation
Ch. 1: Arrival
I believe in karma what you give is what you get returned.
I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned.
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side.
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye.
Tristan eyed the scrolling words on the black screen. They had to be landing soon. The in-flight movie was over already. It had been some cheesy romantic comedy with that girl from that movie about the lawyers and the water. He couldn't remember much about it other than her, well, chest. Then there was that weird guy from that movie about chocolate and shrimp, or something. He couldn't remember that one either, he'd been too busy with Carrie, or had it been Kristen? It didn't matter to him anymore. He was gone now, besides they weren't exactly the brightest crayolas in the box his parents never let him have. Afraid he might color on the walls, not that they couldn't afford to fix it.
Just then the seatbelt light at the front of the plane flicked on and the captain began his announcement. "Ladies and Gentleman could I have you please buckle your seatbelts and put your seats and tray tables in their upright and locked positions in just a moment thank you." After a moment of silence he came on again, "We are landing in Winston Salem, North Carolina where the temperature is at 60 degrees."
When the plane landed, Tristan exited and looked around. He sighed a bit and then straightened his posture, heading for the baggage claims area. After collecting his duffel bag he walked towards the exit. His father had said there would be a limo waiting for him when he got there. His father was not accompanying his son to the school, for which Tristan was grateful. It was dark out, however the lights glared harshly down upon the people rushing to and fro. The black limo wasn't hard to miss, neither was the gentleman holding up a sign that said "DuGrey". He climbed into the limo and the driver pulled away from the curb. they headed north on a highway and Tristan watched the scenery pass by his window. Mostly empty blackness, making him feel lonely. Occasionally there would be a quaint town or a city, but they were few and far between. He looked down at his watch, they'd been driving for about 45 minutes now. He opened the partition to the driver and asked, "How far is this place?"
"The academy is 25.3 miles from the airport. We should be arriving in about 25 minutes, sir."
Tristan sighed and closed the partition leaning back in his seat. He'd been in the car longer on trips but this one just seemed like it was taking forever. Then he did something he hadn't done since he was 10, he curled up on the seat pressed against the window, resting his head on it and staring out. He had just started to fall asleep when he felt the car slow to a stop. He climbed out of the backseat and stared up at the imposing building. It was huge, and seemed to loom over him giving him a feeling of despair. He eyed the "Oak Ridge Military Academy" sign suspiciously. The door to the building opened and two formidable looking men in uniforms came out to greet him. One was carrying a bag, the other a folder, he walked up to Tristan and said, "Are you Tristan DuGrey?"
Tristan shifted positions and looked up at him defiantly, "Yeah, so what if I am?"
Both men frowned at him, the one who had spoken to him said, "Such attitude will not be tolerated here Mr. DuGrey. Do you understand?"
Tristan shifted and tried to look unfazed, "Yeah, I get it."
The man looked at him hard, "No, not 'Yeah, I get it.' You say 'Yes, sir.' You always respond as such, with 'Yes, sir.' and 'No, sir.' Do you understand Mr. DuGrey?"
Tristan looked the man right in the eyes, "Yes, sir."
"Fine, you've been put in Holt dormitory. Here is a map of campus, I suggest you study it. Wake up call is at six a.m. sharp," the man handed him a few papers containing the map, his schedule, and a rulebook. Just then another young man came running up. He halted and saluted the two officers.
"Sorry I'm late, sir."
The man who had been speaking to Tristan nodded, "That's fine young man. This here is Mr. DuGrey, the new recruit for your dormitory. We'd appreciate it if you'd take him there now, show him the ropes."
"Yes sir, right away, sir," the young man said saluting again. He took the bag from the one gentleman and began to lead Tristan away from them. Tristan grabbed his duffel bag and quickly followed.
(AN: I will continue this, I don't know when. Reviews will mean nothing though they are appreciated. I don't have the next chapter written. When I do, I will post it.)