Yea! I got a review on my last pathetic excuse for a chapter! I am so
happy! Thank you Texas-Princess9! Ok, I know that people are having trouble
understanding the setting of my story, but I can't seem to get my idea
across. It's just that they are living in a country different then yours
and mine. I don't know how to convey this thought to you though. If anyone
could help me out, it would be much appreciated. Please review and tell me
what you think! Thanks!!
The trip was horrible, Gordo had been the youngest one traveling amongst them and so he had no one to talk to. This left him alone with his thoughts. He had found out the hard way that being on a three day trip and having a very large imagination did not mix well. In fact, he had managed to seriously freak himself out more then once. It was odd, but once his eyes had met the camp sight, he wasn't worried anymore.
Thankfully, the long trip was over. Gordo was at the impromptu camp, sitting and mindlessly chucking stones into the Velsur River that was babbling quietly in front of him. He had already been shown to the cramped tent he would be sharing and had been given a disgustingly dirty pillow to sleep on. Now all that was needed of him was to relax and be ready to fight when he was needed. He threw another smooth stone into the river and watched the water splash and then fade into ringlets where the disturbance had been.
Hearing footsteps approaching, he turned and was greeted by a tall, tan young man that had strait blond hair down to his shoulders and looked as though he couldn't of been much older then Gordo.
"Hey!" The stranger called, raising his hand in a slight wave.
"Hi!" Gordo said, trying to be cheerful, he hadn't had many people to talk to lately and desperately craved conversation.
The blond plopped, very ungracefully, to the ground next to Gordo as he thrust his hand out.
"My names Ethan Craft, who're you?"
"David Gordon, most people call me Gordo," he replied, shaking the outstretched hand.
"You new here?" Ethan asked, gazing at the river.
"Is it that obvious?" Gordo asked, while tilting his head in an inquisitive gesture.
"Nah." Ethan said, shaking his head, "Just didn't recognize you, that's all."
"Oh" Gordo replied. Not knowing what else to say, he threw a stone into the river and watched the splash.
" Oh!" Ethan exclaimed after watching the rock hit he water. He held so much excitement in his voice that Gordo turned toward him with a surprised look on his face. Ethan's eyes were twinkling as he began talking. "So, you've never fought in war before?" Before Gordo could answer, Ethan went on, "That would mean that you've never seen a bomb go off, right?" Once again, he rushed into his next sentence before Gordo could reply. "Oh! Wow! They are so awesome! You have no idea. I mean they are scary and all, don't get me wrong bro., but its like..." He paused, thinking of a description before continuing to ramble, "You're just standin' there, ya know? And then, all of a sudden, KAPOW!" he threw his arms up, mimicking the explosion. "And like, the ground shakes, ya know? And the dirt flies everywhere!" At this, he grabbed a fistful of earth and threw it in the air while making explosion noises, getting dirt on his and Gordo's pants. "It's mad cool!" Ethan finished, grinning.
Gordo smiled back fakely, 'Poor fellow,' he thought to himself, 'being involved in this war has driven him mad! It is just my luck, the first person I meet just has to be crazy'
"You know what?" Gordo asked Ethan, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible, "I think that I'm going to go and rest, it's been a long day."
'Please don't follow me! Please don't follow me! Please don't follow me!' Gordo's head chanted as he scurried in the direction of his tent.
"Alright bro. catch ya later!" Ethan called to Gordo's quickly retreating form.
"Later!" Gordo called. 'Thank you Lord!' Gordo said under his breath.
To some extent, Gordo had been telling the truth, he truly was feeling very tired. He had simply used that fact to his advantage. But why was he feeling so bad about leaving Ethan there like that? Oh well. He didn't have to worry about that now.
Opening the tent flap Gordo slipped into his new home. He lay down on the hard cot and instinctively placed his head on the 'unsanitary' pillow that he had sworn off only three hours ago. Seconds later, he had drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Ya ya ya, I know nothing really happened in this chapter, I'm sorry! More will happen on the next one, I promise! Please review!!
The trip was horrible, Gordo had been the youngest one traveling amongst them and so he had no one to talk to. This left him alone with his thoughts. He had found out the hard way that being on a three day trip and having a very large imagination did not mix well. In fact, he had managed to seriously freak himself out more then once. It was odd, but once his eyes had met the camp sight, he wasn't worried anymore.
Thankfully, the long trip was over. Gordo was at the impromptu camp, sitting and mindlessly chucking stones into the Velsur River that was babbling quietly in front of him. He had already been shown to the cramped tent he would be sharing and had been given a disgustingly dirty pillow to sleep on. Now all that was needed of him was to relax and be ready to fight when he was needed. He threw another smooth stone into the river and watched the water splash and then fade into ringlets where the disturbance had been.
Hearing footsteps approaching, he turned and was greeted by a tall, tan young man that had strait blond hair down to his shoulders and looked as though he couldn't of been much older then Gordo.
"Hey!" The stranger called, raising his hand in a slight wave.
"Hi!" Gordo said, trying to be cheerful, he hadn't had many people to talk to lately and desperately craved conversation.
The blond plopped, very ungracefully, to the ground next to Gordo as he thrust his hand out.
"My names Ethan Craft, who're you?"
"David Gordon, most people call me Gordo," he replied, shaking the outstretched hand.
"You new here?" Ethan asked, gazing at the river.
"Is it that obvious?" Gordo asked, while tilting his head in an inquisitive gesture.
"Nah." Ethan said, shaking his head, "Just didn't recognize you, that's all."
"Oh" Gordo replied. Not knowing what else to say, he threw a stone into the river and watched the splash.
" Oh!" Ethan exclaimed after watching the rock hit he water. He held so much excitement in his voice that Gordo turned toward him with a surprised look on his face. Ethan's eyes were twinkling as he began talking. "So, you've never fought in war before?" Before Gordo could answer, Ethan went on, "That would mean that you've never seen a bomb go off, right?" Once again, he rushed into his next sentence before Gordo could reply. "Oh! Wow! They are so awesome! You have no idea. I mean they are scary and all, don't get me wrong bro., but its like..." He paused, thinking of a description before continuing to ramble, "You're just standin' there, ya know? And then, all of a sudden, KAPOW!" he threw his arms up, mimicking the explosion. "And like, the ground shakes, ya know? And the dirt flies everywhere!" At this, he grabbed a fistful of earth and threw it in the air while making explosion noises, getting dirt on his and Gordo's pants. "It's mad cool!" Ethan finished, grinning.
Gordo smiled back fakely, 'Poor fellow,' he thought to himself, 'being involved in this war has driven him mad! It is just my luck, the first person I meet just has to be crazy'
"You know what?" Gordo asked Ethan, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible, "I think that I'm going to go and rest, it's been a long day."
'Please don't follow me! Please don't follow me! Please don't follow me!' Gordo's head chanted as he scurried in the direction of his tent.
"Alright bro. catch ya later!" Ethan called to Gordo's quickly retreating form.
"Later!" Gordo called. 'Thank you Lord!' Gordo said under his breath.
To some extent, Gordo had been telling the truth, he truly was feeling very tired. He had simply used that fact to his advantage. But why was he feeling so bad about leaving Ethan there like that? Oh well. He didn't have to worry about that now.
Opening the tent flap Gordo slipped into his new home. He lay down on the hard cot and instinctively placed his head on the 'unsanitary' pillow that he had sworn off only three hours ago. Seconds later, he had drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Ya ya ya, I know nothing really happened in this chapter, I'm sorry! More will happen on the next one, I promise! Please review!!