God, it was hot.
Private glanced up at the glaring sun that mericlessly shined down on him as if it was attempting to fry him where he stood and serve him up with a side of melted butter.
He wouldn't be very suprised if it was truly was. Seeing as how this was one of the colder days here in Texas.
At times like this, Private wondered why he ever left the safety of England and came to this land. He had everything he could possible want there.
Friends.
Family.
A home.
A possible career.
Yet what he didn't have was the one thing he wanted more at the time:
Independence.
A sense of going out on his own and doing something without his Mother or Grandfather waiting to get him out of whatever trouble he came across.
Or waiting silently in the shadows to deal with his problems for him.
No offense, he loved his Mother and Grandfather more then he did Lunacorns but he knew he couldn't rely on them forever. He had to do this himself or he would never truly be prepared for the cruelity of the real world.
"Mr. Tux?"
Private's sky blue eyes moved to the sady hair Texain, who had spoke with a clear Texas accent:
Armadillo Kid. The Westren dressed teen motioned to the field before them.
"Its your turn."
With a smirk, Private turned his attention back to the game at hand and brushed his thoughts aside.
He could reminisce later, right now, he had a game to win.