In The WarFare
Life is hard for us but if your in war its harder than anything. "Give me ten NOW!" screamed a soilder; all the young boys dropped to the floor and started there daily routine. Most of the boys were wanting to be hero but not one boy he was diffrent to rest of the boys he wanted to be the best like his father. The day his father died was when he turned four. His eyes are light grey and his hair a light golden brown shaved at sides and back. He was only 16 years old and he lived in scotland with his mother. His name was leon McClason. "Get up lads" said the boys stood up leon knew one boy there his best mate scott he was the same age as him. Three hours pasted it was time to go back to dorms. Leon and Scott headed to there dorms "You two come here now!" shouted across the training field "Yes sir" the two said "We're having a game of footie would you like to play boys" said "Yeah sure" said leon happily "Yes please!" scott said being happy to play. When scott passed the ball to leon he ran straight up the picth curled a perfect shot into the net "woah where did that come from!" scott was impressed by the shot he took. The game finshed 4-1 and the boys walked to there dorms "Hey wait up!" one of the boys came over "Hey whats your name?" said the boy next to leon "Leon" smiled leon "Got to go see ya" said the boy. Leon and scott smelt something nice something sweet. "Mmmh smells good whatever that is!" said scott "yeah" leon smelling the air. They finally reached the dorms they walked in to there dorms it was quite spacey and warm. The bed were small but nice; The bathroom had a small toilet and large shower and sink. "Leon" said scott flopping on to his bed "yeah" said leon sitting on his bed
