Oh no. Oh no. Guys, I have the worst news possible. WE ARE ALMOST OUT OF OREO COOKIES! Just kidding, that's not the bad news( but we are almost out of cookies). Okay, the real bad
news is: I GO BACK TO SCHOOL TOMORROW! And every Fanfiction writer knows what that means: less updates. Begin panicking: now. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Okay, I'm done. THE HORROR! Okay, now I'm really done. But anyway, chapter twenty five reviewers! Super special thanks to Music4eva1414, eppogirlXDXDXD, TanabiRocks426, CayennePeppr, penguinsrcutexoxo, Viviskilener4ever, and PerryRocks (thanks for whacking Victor with a stick; he deserved that)! Okay, story time!

The Lives Of Sixth Grade Military Boys

Chapter Twenty Six: Not Clear

Skipper was surrounded. He knew that much, but it was hard to tell because his vision was blurred. Some of the people in front of him moved in for an attack. Skipper had taken enough karate classes to know he had to fight back in a situation like what he knew (which was a lot) into action, he took down most of the people in front of him. But, there were still more around and behind him. It was then that Skipper realized that Kowalski and Rico were with him. They took out the remaining attackers. As they did that, Skipper wondered where Private was.

All the attackers were now unconscious, thanks to Skipper, Kowalski, and Rico's karate skills. Skipper still didn't know where he was or why he was there, so he followed his two friends,who seemed to know what was going on. He followed them out of the room and down the hall to another room. Skipper' vision was still blurred, but he could make out two figures cowering under another larger one. The larger figure turned around, and pushed his way past Kowalski and Rico to Skipper, who still had no idea what was going on. The figure pushed Skipper against the wall, and took out a pocket knife, which he pressed to Skipper's neck. Even this close up, Skipper couldn't make out who it was, though he did seem very familiar.

"See how you like it, when you have something important to you taken from your life," the figure whispered, with a menacing smile. He was just about to dig the knife deeper into
Skipper's neck when-

Skipper gasped. He sat up in bed. It had been a dream.

"I can't be having those kind of dreams; I'm only twelve." Skipper said to himself. "Ooh, but that was freaky."

Skipper got up to get some water, trying to figure out what that dream meant. Whatever it meant, he didn't want to think about it. He went back to sleep.

Sorry this is short, I wanted to get a chapter out before I have to go back to school, and this idea just came to me. The next chapter will focus more on the girls, and their feelings for the boys (ooh la la!). Okay, please review!