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6 minutes in hell 4

Jamal was seriously chatting up a storm, and even though he was a great guy and all, I was seriously weighing to pros and cons of slapping him to shut up . . .

We were in a group of about 20 other people. Sergeant Thompson was teaching us the matters of modern war.

But, that didn't stop Jamal from running his big mouth.

I really had no idea what he was talking about anyways.

He was just rambling. "So, this guy was, like 15 feet tall," he said quickly to me in a hushed voice, "And I didn't even know what the heck to do! And so-"

"Jamal . . ."

"He was looking at me funny and I'm like-"

"Jamal!" I hissed between my clenched teeth.

The whole class turned around to stare at us, Sergeant Thompson looking totally pissed off, "Fang, Jamal, is there something that you two Chatty-Kathy's would like to share with the class?" He barked, crossing his arms across his chest and jutting out his chin.

"I was just trying to shut him up!" Jamal said, defensively.

I scoffed.

"Every man for himself, bro!" Jamal said from the side of his mouth.

I smirked, "Well, actually, Sergeant, we were just discussing whether or not you knew or not that you fly zipper was down."

Thompson's cheeks flushed red as a few people snickered. "Uhm, be right back, class." He rushed out of the class room with out a second glance.

Jamal cackled and tried giving me a high five but I just glared at him.

"Every man for himself?" I said.

He shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry, bro. It's nothin' personal."

"Uh huh, sure it isn't." I nodded my head slowly.

He gave me a small smile, "Hey . . . uhm, look! Newbies! Hahahah! They look so lost!" He pointed over to a bus as people filed out.

I narrowed my eyes at Jamal, "Jamal, we're Newbies too ya know."

"Well, we're a day old! So, therefore, we are no longer Newbies," he said and then pointed to the new kids, "They are."

I rolled my eyes and looked back over to them, just as a girl around my age jumped out of the bus like there might have been a bomb planted in it. She had long, curly blond hair that fell down her back to about half way, she had bright brown eyes and fine heavenly skin. She walked with a grace that I'd never seen anyone posses and she had this beauty that I couldn't define.

I found myself staring at her and I didn't know why.

"Fang? Yo Fang, what're you staring at?" He fallowed my gaze and his eyes landed on her. His eyes widened and he whistled, "Damn, who is that fine lady?"

I looked at him, "The blondie?"

He looked at me, puzzled, "What? Aw, no. I'm talkin' about that tall girl next to her."

Oh. I get it now. I looked back over at the blonde girl. She looked up at me and I looked at the floor, embarrassed for being caught. She blushed a little and then the tall girl spoke to her and then pulled her along with the rest of her group.

For some reason, her image burned into my brain for the rest of the day.

And I didn't know why.

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