Heyy this is Hamataku with my first fanfic. Hope you like it!

Note: I do not own ANY of Fullmetal Alchemist or any other random anime characters that I might bring up.

" Oh no! Gene, what was that? Gene? Mom? Dad? Someone HELP ME!"

3 years later

"Gene! Come on! I'm gonna be late for my alchemy exam!"

"Oh be patient, Haley!"

"But Gene, you're a general! You know how important this is! Now WAKE UP!"

After awhile, Haley finally got to her alchemy exam, where a type of obstacle course was laid out in front of her. She had seen this many times before, but had never been in one. Only people taking their Alchemy Exam were allowed in here, so that no one could sabotage anything. My instructions were simple: Destroy anything that gets in your way and get to the other side of the room as fast as possible, still alive. Simple, right? WRONG! It would be easier if those weren't real guns, or bombs, or anything!

"BEGIN!" I heard a voice yell. So I started running. And before I knew it, guns were shooting at me, bombs exploding, and so on. I quickly clapped my hands together and slammed them on the ground. A flash and a loud thunderous sound came out and destroyed everything. I then walked to the other side of the room. After awhile, I heard the judges whispering "and she's only 12! Can you believe that? She's just like Fullmetal! But she doesn't have an auto mail arm!" I was pretty used to those comments, but I absolutely hate it when they compare me to Fullmetal. He's like 4'2 and I'm 5'3! And a much better alchemist, hell, I'm even more disciplined! They told me to go into the hall while they discuss. After awhile, they came out and said to me:

You scored a 98/100. You get into the military, and you become a ranking alchemist. WOW! I thought. A ranking alchemist! Hehehehe maybe now people wont confuse me with that pipsqueak of an alchemist! I giggled thinking about it. After telling my brother, he said "WHAT? A RANKING ALCHEMIST AND YOUR 12? IM NOT EVEN A RANKING ALCHEMIST AND…. lets not go into my age.."

"What?" I said, "are you ashamed that you're 21? You old coot!"

"Shut up and go home. I'll meet you there. Normal time."

"Yea right, like I'll do that. I have a life you know. I'll do as I please."

By then everyone was staring at us because NO ONE talked back to a general. Unless, of course, they were either complete idiots or me.

"What?" I asked, "Haven't you seen a brother and sister argue before?"