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Lillian sat alone on her bed. She'd been strategizing, training, and doing posts week three days now. Finally she had a day off. Her sister was at school, and she loved it. Lillian was happy there was some sort of school for Laura, so her mind wouldn't fully be on the invasion. Her sister was only 4, and the aliens already took her mother. Would they take her big sister next? What family would she have? The Masons, whom she barely even knew? As Lillian sunk deeper into thought, about her mom, Rebecca, Ben, Laura, she felt warm tears start to fall. But soldiers don't cry. Especially not ones that are fighting aliens and struggling for a spot with the big dogs. Lillian became determined to become a first-in-command officer. A knock on her door snapped her out of thought.
"Lil?" It was Hal. Only he called her Lil, really, most others called her Lily or Lillian.
"Come in," She replied, wiping her tears. She took her knife out of the holder on her thigh and pretended to be sharpening it. Hal entered in the room. "Yeah?" She asked, her voice wavering.
"Your mom's dead, Ben's dead, my mom's dead, and I haven't seen you shed a single tear. Explain," Said Hal, sitting on her bed.
"I-" Hal interrupted her by hugging her tightly. She hugged back, fat tears cascading down her cheeks. She felt Hal start to cry, too. Soon they were both all-out sobbing on each other's shoulders, shaking. The two had never felt so close. After about half an hour, the pair broke away. Lillian felt free from all of her emotions.
"Dad and I are going on a food run. Be safe, okay?" Hal said, holding Lillian's shoulders. She nodded.
"Only if you are," Hal laughed a bit at her response, before leaving to strap up for his mission. Lillian remained behind and sighed. She fell back onto her bed and let herself drift off...
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Lillian woke up much later. She didn't know how long she was asleep, she couldn't really tell time anymore. She got up and left her room, and saw Weaver not too far from her room.
"Javries! We've been looking all over for you, let's go!" Weaver shouted and clapped his hand once. Lillian felt nervous immediately, why was Weaver and whoever else looking for her? Tom was back from his grieving period, so why would they need a fourteen year-old again? Nevertheless, she followed. Once inside the room where they made strategies, Lillian saw Tom there, along with everyone else. So why did they need her?
"Alright, Javries, let's get you caught up. The group is splitting up," Porter announced.
"Splitting up?" Lillian repeated. She didn't want to split up, she loved it here. And more importantly she loved the people she was here with.
"Yes, there will be 8 regiments, enough for everyone's first- and second-in-commands." Porter turned from Lillian and to Clayton. "As I was saying, Terry, you'll be in charge of the 7th Massechusetts Volunteer Regiment," Porter turned to me. "And you, Miss Javries, will be in charge of the 8th Massechusetts Volunteer Regiment."
"Me? Cornoel, I'm fourteen," lillian said, completely caught off guard.
"It's only 150 civilians and 75 volunteer soldiers. I think you'll manage," Porter said. Lillian nodded, though inside she was dying. 125 people to be responsible for? The meeting continued, it mainly being about them splitting up tomorrow afternoon. Lillian was the last to leafor before Porter.
"Remember," The man began as Lillian started to exit. "You're fighting a war."
Yes, I know, super short! I was desperate to update because I've left you guys hanging. So, what do you think about Lillian being head of the 8th Mass? Agree or disagree? Let me know!