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Posted September 16, 2012
The blond-haired boy—who introduces himself as Pax—is pretty funny, and we're friends after about a minute. My friends and Ryde's friends are laughing and joking in moments. Another boy, with bronze hair and golden-green eyes, is calling me. He's between Pax and Ryde.
"Yeah?" I turn to him.
"You're Terrin, right?" He asks.
"Uh-huh. Who're you?"
"Cool. What do you need?"
"I need to tell you something." His face looks grim.
All my carefreeness vanishes. He gets up and leaves, and I follow. When we're in the hall outside the dining hall, he turns to me.
"I heard some adults talking. I was in your group—on the hovercraft. They killed the woman who helped those kids. Our escort? They executed her. They're angry, Terrin."
"They..." I can't wrap my mind around all this. "They can't hurt us. We're their army."
"Yeah, I guess. Just thought you might want to know."
"Thank you, Aspen."
"No problem. Let's go geet everyone and go hang out. We're going have class soon."
I nod and follow him. My footsteps echo in the corridor, giving it an empty feel. "They can't hurt us," I had said. But I'm starting to wonder... can they?
# # #
Our group, now much bigger with Ryde, Adrian, Pax, Aspen, and a boy with shaggy brown hair and gray eyes named Jonah—which seems like an ancient name.
Pax explains that we have academic classes and military classes. We'll have homework, tests, stuff like that. In my opinion, throwing knives at a dummy sounds a lot more fun than poring over maps and reading about our country's bloody war history.
"We all go to the library and get our schedules then go to class." Pax finishes.
"I thought this was the military, not some school in the middle of nowhere." Jonah sighs in annoyance.
"I was about to say that exact same thing." I say, glancing at him.
"Aww, how cute!" Allaster teases. I elbow her, trying not to laugh.
We reach the library, and enter, weaving among the book-covered shelves and plopping down at a table. Other teens and kids are at tables and in chairs everywhere, all watching a man with dark hair, green eyes, and olive skin.
"Attention!" He says. "I am Korrin Reahlker. I am in charge. We are fighting against an evil by the name of Cornelious Flenith. Your schedules are on the table here, according to name. Take yours and head to class. Welcome to the Academy, everyone."
We surge to the table, pushing and yelling to get to our schedule. I find mine, and head off.