Here's chapter 3. I am sorry for the delay.
This is definitely not my best chapter, but I still hope that you enjoy it :)
Chapter 3: A Book As Pillow
"Come on, Private! You have to run faster! I want improvement all around, so RUN FASTER!" Skipper yelled while Private ran his laps on the local sports-team track. Although it was nearly midnight, on a normal school day and the team was still not finished with their endurance practice, Skipper tried to push them over their boundaries. Private wished that Skipper would call it a day and let them return to their HQ, but he could see that his commanding officer was just warmed up. It would probably mean another night without any sleep, since the training wasn't finished yet and the teachers had been mercilessly… Private tried to run harder to please Skipper, but Skipper kept yelling, kept saying that he wasn't good enough, that he could run faster, jump higher. Skipper told him that he wasn't sharp enough, not in fighting form.
They weren't back at their HQ before 4 A.M. Private picked up his schoolbooks with a sigh and moved on to his first subject: History. He opened his book and looked at the pictures containing the past of the human race. He couldn't care less how Napoleon did find… Something, and how Marco Polo, did… Did…
Private found himself the next morning sleeping on his desk with his history book as a pillow. He was awoke immediately and jumped up from the desk, looking at the clock. Luckily, he hadn't overslept, but he had no time to finish his homework. With a nervous feeling in his tummy, he walked out of his room.
Skipper was already awake too and was apparently waiting for his beloved coffee. "Good morning, Skippah." Although Skipper looked up at him, he didn't reply, he only gave him a small nod. Why did he even bother trying to get a nice greeting out of his team mates each morning? They wouldn't answer nicely anyway. Private walked towards the table which was already covered with the breakfast supplies. He sat down and picked up a slice of bread and a knife. The knife was cold, though at the same time, it filled him with a warmth. It was like picking up an old friend, a lost friend, a forgotten one. It pained Private to put him into the peanut butter, but he had to eat something.
He had almost finished his breakfast when Kowalski and Rico came into the room. "Good morning, did you sleep well?" Private immediately called out to the two men, but they ignored him too, but they didn't even gave him a nod. Private bended his head and looked down at his already empty plate. Why didn't they even greet him back? They didn't have to make him feel like he was invisible. He tried grabbing his orange juice to drink, but knocked the glass over, spilling everything on the table, the ground and Skipper's new suit.
"PRIVATE! Can't you watch what you're doing for once!" Skipper yelled and Private shrunk, wishing now that he was actually invisible. "I'm so very sorry, Skippah!" Skipper walked out of the room mumbling some of his angry words. "Good job, Private, you already managed to get him angry before breakfast. Way to go!" Kowalski angrily remarked, but Private tried to focus on his hands. His hands, only his hands. If he tried hard enough, he wouldn't hear their remarks or Skipper's angry shouts. He wished that he was alone right now. All alone, maybe with one friend, the one who was always there for him when he needed him.
After he got a half hour-long rant about how he always should act thoughtful when around a glass of juice from Skipper, getting too late at school because of that rant and being pelted with food, he was halfway through the day. Private watched the people walking by and tried to stay awake. History, that was the next subject. He slowly walked to the classroom and sat down.
He didn't even catch the teacher's 'welcome to the class' speech. He felt himself drifting to sleep, but couldn't fight it anymore.
"Do you think my subject is so boring that you can sleep through the lesson, sir?" His teacher stood before him and had just woke him up by giving a hard punch on the table. Private blinked and saw that all his classmates were looking at him, some were even laughing. He knew that they would bully him with this as soon as the lesson was over. "No sir, I do not." He mumbled and the teacher turned around with a disapproving look. "So before our short…" He took a small break before continuing his sentence to give Private a meaningful glare. "Break, we were talking about Napoleon and how he -" Private tried to listen to him, but he was just too tired. He tried to keep himself awake by looking at the pictures in his book, but he failed miserably. He slapped himself in the face, and it kept him awake for the next hour.
Thank you for reading :)