Ender woke up the next morning with the tell tail ache in his back. It was now the third week of his brutal training forced on him by the teachers.
His small little army of 39 other kids had been fighting a battle every day for two weeks! That was unheard of, a battle every day! You were only supposed to fight once a week.
He removed this thought from his mind as he dressed in preparation for the slip of paper that would surly be on the floor in front of the door. And as expected, the slip was there.
"Tiger army, eh" Ender said to him self.
"Lets go people!" yelled Ender
"Who are we facing this time" called a younger boy three beds down.
"Tiger." Ender replied "Two minuets 'till we're out."
A few kids swore quietly.
One minuet and 56 seconds later, they were marching out of the door and on the way to the battle.