The bus Eugene was on made a stop. This was was big day for Eugene whom now went by the name Slate, he changed his name to avoid getting recognized, especially when considering how much influence his parents had. The next thing he knew was hearing yelling through the windows, this caught his attention, he turned his head to the sound "must be a drill sergeant or something." he said. He was going to get yelled at, he was sure of that.

"You dumbass sons of bitches, get off this fucking bus ASAP!" the drill sarge shouted. That made Slate shot up and rush to get out of the bus as soon as he could, he didn't want to screw up on his first day. As he exited, he noticed it was pouring outside, he didn't like this, nothing good really happens when it rains, and then more yelling- great.

Slate was starting to see why basic training was harder than he thought, it hasn't been half an hour before the drill sergeant began to chew him and his fellow trainees out, oh this was going to be a great 8 weeks. after the drill Sarge yelling at them, they were spit up into five different groups, Slate was looking forward to meeting his fellow trainees; as his group formed, Slate noticed the interesting looking trainee beside him, this guy was sporting a marine high and tight and wore glasses- that guy screamed military brat, out of courtesy, he introduced himself to the military brat "Hey," he called out "Yo." the brat replied

"The name's Slate."

"Gideon."

Slate started to talk more "So where you from?"

"Acrieldale."

"Neat" Gideon said, Slate then had a question in his head that he had to ask "So, what's your reason for joining? you decided to go and change the world or did your old man catch you taggin up a wall and enlisted you to teach you a lesson?"

"Tagging up a wall… I'm not proud of it."

"Really? I would've figured you would've said a bit of both, but okay."

"What about you?" that question made Slate sigh, this was going to be a bit of a long story "Well, you see, I was getting sick and tired of the school board and my Mom and Dad's shit, plus I wanted to join the army to do something worth a damn so I thought, why the hell not, it'll be killing three bird with same stone, and so here I am…. By the way, that was the abridged version." Gideon was surprised "Well then…"

Slate's group were in their assigned barracks. Slate began to look around "It's a lot roomier than expected."

"Yeah." Gideon said, as he searched for a bed, Gideon started to ask a few questions to Slate. "Are you an only child?"

"Nope, I have a sister at home."

"Younger?"

"Two years younger than me, and no she's not single.

""Okay, it's just I get tired of people asking if my sister is single, every time I answer 'no, she has a girlfriend' and hen a whole new set of perverted questions come in." Slate admitted, Gideon regretted asking "Anyways, what's Nevada like and have you ever been to Vegas?" "Well..." Gideon started to explain what Nevada was like

"Well then... didn't know that they could legally do that in Nevada."

Gideon laughed "But also hearing abpout the wildfires is kinda fun."

"Yeah, I can imagine so."

"What worse hurricanes or Wildfires?" a new voice asked the two turned their heads to the source new voice, there they saw someone that looked like they were probably 16 or 17 "And you are?" Slate asked "I'm Alexander." something Gideon had a feeling that Alexander was going to get himself killed quickly. aside from that, something Gideon noticed something was a little off with Alexander, the biggest tell was the slight Russian accent "Didn't know the military allowed Immies (Immigrants) to join?" Slate rudely commented, this comment was immediately met with Gideon's elbow colliding into his gut, Slate recoiled in pain, Gideon hit hard.

"What the fuck was that for?"

"That was uncalled for." Alexander gave Slate a dirty look, while Slate just rolled his eyes at the look "Poydite, yebat' sebya." Alexander cursed. Slate was confused, what did he just say? He then just walked away- talk about a great first day. But hey, there's always tomorrow.

Slate woke up at the sound of loud yelling and noises "What the Hell?" he muttered, he looked dazed and confused. things started to clear when he recognized the sound of a trumpet, he then raced out of bed .

"Good morning you pathetic pieces of shit!" the drill sergeant shouted, Slate was so tired, the drill sergeant and began to pick on him "What's wrong cupcake, did you not get any fucking sleep? Well to fucking bad because you'll be stuck with this till the end of your service of this country, if you have a problem with that, I will gladly show my foot up your dumb ass!" Slate wanted to roll his eyes, but before he got the chance the drill sergeant punched him in the stomach. Slate was fighting the feeling of wanting to drop to his knees "Sir was that necessary?" Gideon asked he didn't get an answer, but instead got a punch to the face Gideon stopped talking. Everyone was starting to hate this asshole, Gideon felt his face throbbing "Any more fucking questions?" The room was silent Slate started to walk well run Gideon followed after "That fucking asshole." Slate muttered

"You okay?" Gideon asked

"No, not really." Slate started to sit down in front of food and started to try and eat something, but that proved to be a little difficult The impact of the punch was affecting his appetite.

"So... tell me more about your family life." Gideon said "There isn't much to say." Gideon didn't believe that for even one moment, he wanted to learn more about his new compariot, he wanted to know why he disliked his parents so much, he didn't want to push the question but he wanted to learn more, he decided to change the subject "What's the weather like in Acrieldale?" Gideon asked "Very, very hot especially this time of year."
"I see." Gideon said before returning to eating his food, Slate did as well and he had to force himself to eat, so far, crappy morning, but hopefully the afternoon is better