Title: Military school freaks
Author: Cantansan
Diclaimer:Spencer is not mine. =( kyla is not mine =( Ashley is not mine..=( nothing is mine just the plot of the story so please don't sue me. I'm a broke homeless college student.
Summary: Spashley in military school. Brief Spyla but will end by either 2nd or 3rd chapter.
A/N: I wrote this a while back, and i wanted to see if i could keep it going. Starts off slow but bare with me please. =) constructive criticism is very welcome. =) gimme the truth even if it hurts.
Chapter one
The sounds of trumpets reached my ear. I open my eyes and try to adjust to the darkness.
'Dammit 3 and a half years of this and I'm still not used to it.'
I roll over out of bed grabbing my green camo pants and slipping into my boots. Grabbing my water bottle I took a quick swig of it and walked towards the door.
'Well here goes another day of screaming.'
Once the door was open all I saw were girls hurrying to get ready and fixing up their beds. I look around and there was one girl who wasn't even out of bed yet. It enraged me.
"STOP! Everyone freeze. Bravo company ATTEN – HUT!"
With that said everyone popped to attention except for the girl who was still sleeping.
"Now tell me what is wrong in this room." I asked to everyone, and looked around the room.
"Can anybody tell me what is wrong?" I asked once again getting a tad bit louder, and waiting for an answer. A few seconds went by with silence and finally I hear.
"1st Sergeant Carlin, request permission to speak."
"Carry on Woods" I replied to the girl.
"1st sergeant, the malfunction of this room is that private Mendoza is still sleeping."
"Can you repeat that so that every fucking girl in this room hears you Woods?"
"1st sergeant private Mendoza is still sleeping!" Woods said sounding off.
"Now because everyone failed to wake her up, guess what we're going to do. WE'RE GOING TO DO PUSH UPS UNTIL HER SORRY ASS WAKES UP! NOW DROP!"
With that everyone got on the floor and waited for my command.
"Ready. Push up!."
I looked around to see if anyone else was still on the floor and not listening. Dammit I'm tired of this sorry platoon. They never seem to get any better.
"DOWN" I gave the command.
"ONE!"
"DOWN!"
"TWO"
As it continued I started laughing. It was funny to see them struggle. Especially since they never seem to get it in their thick ass heads that when one person is doing something wrong ever one from their damn company is wrong. I walked around saying "down" every once in a while and they would respond with the number of push ups they've done.
"TWENTY!"
"Amazing! Look who's awake. HEY SWEET PEA! HURRY UP! YOUR COMPANY IS ALREADY DOING PUSH UPS BECAUSE OF YOU NOW DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY! The rest of you stay in the up position until she finishes."
As soon as I said that the girls started grunting in pain. As I heard that I gave another chuckle and said
"What's wrong? You guys wanted this didn't you? Not waking up one of the girls in your company. Thank her later."
"1st sergeant, Private Mendoza requesting permission to recover the whole company."
I looked down to where she was and replied
"Permission granted, get dressed and be at the field by 0530 if your late by a second be ready to pay." As I said that I walked out of the barracks and felt the cold air hit my face. I inhaled the morning dew and started walking to the field. By that time the company commanders were already at the Chow hall. I let out a sigh and wished I had a better company. When I got to the field I looked at my watch and it was already 5:25 am.
"You know that was harsh Spencer." Said a girl in the dark coming near me and wrapping her arms around me.
I smirked and automatically knew who it was. "Well maybe you should have woken her up then Kyla."
"What can I say… I love it when you scream in the morning." Said Kyla kissing Spencer passionately.
Spencer pulled away shaking her head "Nuh – uh…we can't do this now. One of the girls might see us."
"Fine, but you owe me." Kyla said giving Spencer one more peck on the lips and waiting for the whole company to come so they can go to breakfast.
