Hello everyone again! It's been a loooooong time since I've updated my story that I started about a year ago and it's also been a long time since I've been on this site.

But anyway what I'm planing to do with my story now is to re-write it...re-make it...I don't know just redo it.

When I first started writing my story 'An Everyday TF2 Day' I was just so happy to write it...well just the first chapter because well my ideas at night can carry on for a long time but anyway. When I first started writing it I just had the most brilliant ideas for it's future but somehow that just faded away when school happened. And also when I started to re-read these chapters now, I saw so many mistakes and I kind of feel embarrassed because of them. AND not only that when I read the old chapters now I felt like I was reading some novel that was made to make it feel like you were reading a manga. That just bothered me the most!

So here I am REDOING IT! Also the only things I'm keeping are the OCs that were given to me at that time of development of the story. It didn't feel right to get rid of them so that's why I'm keeping them.

BUT ANYWAY! Reviews would help me a lot and I hope you enjoy reading this.:)


Re-CH 1 New Scout, New troubles

I could feel my excitement over whelming me as the train came to a halt. My heart was racing and pounding loudly. Meeting new people was always a joy to me but to meet 8 at once may be difficult.

Dragging my luggage and small bag out the door was a tremendously hard task but easy nether the less. I had the biggest smile on my face as I waited near the train. The first thing I wanted to do was to show that I wasn't some idiot/brat and hopefully gain some respect for that. But sadly my efforts were worthless for no one was there to even meet me.

I found the closest bench to sit at and started to think heavily for whom my teammates are. The first thing that came to thought was definitely the age difference. I was informed that most likely most if not all of my teammates will be older than I so that would mean that they must be older than 20. So I guess the oldest might be at least 50 being as this is a war and all. The only thing I could think of now was that I was the youngest AGAIN! Not only am I the youngest of three children, I'm also the youngest of 9 war makers. Wooo...this is going to be delightful.

In my family, which consisted of two sons, one daughter, and a mother and father, I was always picked on alot from my two older brothers. They would most of the time just pick on me because I was younger. It never really bothered me much but did get on my nerves a few times here and there. Though I would tell them I hated them to the deepest cores of the earth, inside my heart I loved them deeply for they are the best brothers I would ever have.(and the only)

OH! I haven't properly introduced myself yet have I? Well my name is Lina Archer, brand new Scout to the BLU team and at the age of 20. I was born and raised in New Jersey near the city of New York. I always loved visiting New York. A big but yet a beautiful city with plenty of people to go around. I could go on forever about New York.

As that thought passed by my head I could hear the train finally leaving. I glared at it as it left. I never, ever liked trains. They always made too much sound and the inside seating always made my back a different shape at the end of the trip.

I sighed out of boredom. It's been at least 10 hours since I talked to anyone and it was making me half insane. Not only that, no one has even came to greet me yet. I was even informed that someone would be waiting at the entrance to at least welcome me here.

I finally gave up. I got on my feet and ran to the closest hallway hoping to at least find someone. Running through this hallway that almost felt endless and running into random walls that were, well, quite random. I finally found a living human being. He was a short one but his face had age. His age was at least in the 30s from just his face. He wore overalls with a blue long sleeve shirt that tucked in a bit to make it almost look short sleeved. He also had goggles on that were as dark as black can be, and he also wore a yellow hardhat.

He was in a bit of a shock when I came in this place that looked alot like a workshop. I couldn't blame him. If someone were to slam open my door and I didn't know them, I'm sure I would be surprised.

As I was about to collide with him head first I could feel him grabbing my right arm tightly and almost breaking it by twisting it in a 360 motion. I heard him yell "We got a spy here!" I tried to free myself from his tight grip by kicking or even biting, everything I did, didn't even faze him, he held me firmly by the arm.

I could feel the pain getting worse by the second. My arm was burning up with the sudden pain and I even bit my tongue hard enough to make it bleed in my mouth.

"Out of all the damn days you could've came here, you decided it to be the day we get ourselves a new Scout. You damn rat even disguised as a Scout...a lady Scout that is..." he said with such fury, though he did chuckle a bit at the end.

Wow only a few seconds of meeting him and I'm already causing trouble. For all of my luck everyone is going to kill me for being this so called 'spy'. What the hell is a spy anyway!

The door was 'dramatically' kicked open by some sort of freak in a black mask. The weapon he wheeled was nothing I've ever seen before but just by the fire at the tip of it I could quickly guess what it did. He muffled some words that I could not understand but Mr. Asshole over here understood him without even asking him to repeat it. "Yea', I caught this rat jumpin' at me. He's actin' weird though. He hasn't cussed his dumb French at me yet and he's still disguised as a damn lady Scout." His words were like poison to my ears. I was being accused for being something I wasn't. Oh if he wasn't holding me down at this moment he would be nothing but bones, no meat no nothing.

"NOW LISTEN AND LISTEN WELL!" I yelled loudly at him. "I ain't this damn 'spy' or 'rat' ya'll talkin' about! I don't even know what the hell this 'spy' or rat' is! I just got here on that damn devil called a train! And all that I wanted to do was find some kind of human bein' in this damn area and for my trouble for findin' one is an almost broken arm and being accused of bein' a darn SPY!" My voice almost left me at the end of that so called speech. But to have to sit through all of that I just had to say something in my defense.

The silent muffles from black mask broke the quiet room into an almost vocal war between him and Hardhat. His muffles were loud and almost furious sounding. It seemed that somehow he knew that I wasn't this damn spy. At the end of his 'argument' with Hardhat, Hardhat let me go.

My arm swung to my side. It hurt so much that I really believed that it was broken. The pain from earlier seemed to intensify into an even worst pain that made me bite my lip hard. Blood flowed down my lip to my chin. It was hard to make it not obvious that I was in pain.