I felt pain.
Blinding pain that any normal person would have cringed at.
But I wasn't normal.
I could hear him shouting at me. His voice sounded distant, and I knew at once that I wouldn't make it around this "track". He was pushing me too hard, the rifle felt heavy, too heavy to be natural, and the edges of my vision started to close in, darkening with every breath I took.
The sky was alike to ebony and the rain was pelting me, behaving like bullets grazing the skin. My sight was blurry, cutting my vision apart until all I could see was colours merged together, the images distorted.
Tired, numb, and in agony, my legs screamed at me to carry on, voices from the recesses of my mind urging me. I recognised them, but I could not connect the voices to the faces. The rifle, a cinnamon colour, dropped from my grip, hitting the ground with a THUD, as my uniform clung to my skin like it never wanted to let go. Before I knew it, the ground hit me, and with a final glance to my teammates, and most importantly, my brother, I let the midnight shower over me. With a last, fleeting thought, I wondered whether I would wake up from this nightmare.
The answer was obvious wasn't it?
Never.
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BEEP!
BEEP!
BEE-
My hand slammed down on top of the alarm clock with more force than necessary, and I awoke from yet another restless night. Sitting up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked at the time. My eyes widened as I realised with a sudden jolt-
My mum was going to kill me.
Hearing footsteps coming towards my room, I sighed to myself as I prepared for my brother and his magical voice of reason. The door slammed open and a very, very, annoyed person stood there, arms crossed and as intimidating as ever.
"You should be up by now, you know you have a test to re-sit as you did spectacularly all the other times." He grounded out, and I slid my hand down my face in self-pity. Sliding out of bed, and placing my bare feet on the carpet, I pushed past Alvarez and walked into the bathroom.
"You do realise that you're gonna have to stay behind while all of your friends will continue on through school." He said, voice mocking.
"Shut up."
"You're going to be all alone." - He stepped closer to my person and grabbed my cheeks, pushing them against one another. - "I can just imagine you, sitting by yourself with people you hardly know. Why would that be? Because you don't do jack shit to raise your grades." Grabbing his hands, I pushed them away.
"Are you still talking? I do have a test with my name on it waiting at school, y'know."
Walking into the bathroom, I heard his voice call out-
"Mum's gonna be soooo pissed you know-"
"OH MY GOD, JUST SHUT UP!"
He snickered and I groaned. What did I ever do to deserve a brother like that? Closing the door, I sighed as I knew I wouldn't be able to get away with failing the test this year. I would have to pass or mum would be disappointed in me.
Alvarez would enjoy it. He would mock me more than usual and tell all his friends about his stupid brother who couldn't even answer the first question, because he didn't bother revising-
I let my head fall back onto the door.
I am going to fail. Miserably.
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A/N - This is my first story, so it may be bad/rubbish/completely suckish and any other word you can think of that is associated with the word 'hate'.
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