Thursday, February 15, 6:03 a.m.
The rocks cracked under his boots as the commander stopped in front of us. Commander Sherpo stared us up and down, cold grey eyes flickering in the early sunlight.
“Drop and give me twenty!” he barked, ears twitching.
Instinctively, I collapsed to the ground, lifting myself up with my hands. Muscles straining, arms pressed to the ground, I raised my tired body off the gravel in an attempt to do a pushup. A few minutes later, I jumped to my feet, standing beside the others, sweat pouring down the side of my face. Commander Sherpo grabbed a worn piece of paper from his pouch.
“Right,” he slurred. “Apparently there is some new law. Something about schooling. I personally don’t think any of you deserve it,” Commander Sherpo hissed, glaring at one of the troops.
The rest of us stared straight ahead, ignoring this remark. “Well then, according to the general, all of you will be attending academies around the country. As a troop, we will be disbanding after today,” Commander Shepo recalled, studying the sheet. Murmured whispers broke out among the others.
“SILENCE!” Commander Sherpo roared. Everyone snapped to attention as his left eye twitched.
I heard somewhere German Shepherds lose their shit easily. Commander Sherpo had gone completely off his nut. His long tail lashed the ground. His nose flared. He bared his razor teeth, threateningly. Commander Sherpo opened his mouth to yell some more, but shut it in an instant as a tall figure stepped closer.
It was the general. His tall, broad body nearly towered over Commander Sherpo. Dark brown hair was neatly cut, outlining his golden eyes. The jacket he was wearing was a deep emerald colour, studded with many shiny badges. Small, rounded ears completed his lion- like features. He looked even more intimidating than Commander Sherpo.
Commander Sherpo, still in his ready-to-scream pose, folded back into a casual stance, facing the general. The Lion, still studying the scene, stayed silent.
“I see you are telling them about the new law,” the general said, eyeing me suspiciously.
“Err…yes,” Commander Sherpo stammered. “We were just… going over it,”
“Who is… that,” the general pointed.
My ears drooped as I realised who he was talking about.
The first opportunity I get to impress him, I already failed. I should’ve expected this. It’s not very often when a Fox joins a troop of German Shepherds.
“He was a last-minute substitute,” Commander Sherpo started. “He’s a pretty good addition."
Thanks. Makes me feel much better about myself.
“Hey, he’s not that bad,” someone sneered. No one dared laugh.
Sherpo glared at him, a low growl rumbling in his throat.
“Oh, him,” the general started, not taking his eyes off me.
“Thank you for your time, General, but we must continue with our
discussion,” Sherpo held up the sheet, again.
The general walked away slowly, looking back at me. His sharp, ruby eyes meet mine. He turned away, heading towards the main building.
“Now then, Brandon and Hunter,” two large troops stepped forward. Commander Sherpo read out their school. They high-fived each other. Sherpo read the rest of the names, followed by various schools.
He finished reading. I was the only one who wasn’t called. Sherpo headed to the main building, completely ignoring me.
“Hey,” I shouted, trying to get his attention. “What about me?”
Everyone stared at him in amusement, waiting to hear what crappy academy I got into. Commander Sherpo looked up, surprised.
“Oh, yes,” he said, grabbing a second sheet.
“Jace… here you are. Richwood Academy.”
Some boys sniggered, others looking confused. I must be deaf.
“Uh, sir, is there some kind of mix up. I mean, I completely understand that you read the paper wrong, because I thought you said Richwood Academy. Obviously, I heard wrong.”
Sherpo squinted as he surveyed the sheet. “No Jace, it says Richwood Academy,” he said, eyebrows furrowing.
“Do you mean the girl’s academy, sir,” a boy laughed, most likely Hunter.
“Shut it!” I yelled, shaking my fist.
“BOTH OF YOU SHUT IT!” Sherpo roared, brows furrowing. “Dismissed,” he hissed, walking back to the main building. Many of the boys headed home. Some stayed.
I stormed off, my mind fuzzing. Was this some kind of joke? What sort of sick person would do that?
Hunter came up and shoved me from behind. My knees buckled, and I fell to the ground, landing on my face. Blood dripped off my nose, staining the dirt.
“Sissy,” he laughed. The two boys following him snorted.
“Jace is going to a GIRLS school,” one of them shouted. They laughed again.
“Piss off, Hunter,” I mumbled, gripping the ground with my hands and getting up.
“What are you going to do about it?” Hunter jeered.
There was literally nothing I could do against Hunter. He was a foot taller than me, and at least a foot wider. He was the biggest, and toughest of the troop. He was the fastest, and I can’t out run him. Even though he had a thick skull, he still had a brain that knew there was no point picking on one off the bigger troops. And he also knew I was an easy target.
I got up, wiped the blood off my face, and stood just a metre away from Hunter, shaking. I held my chin high, not taking my eyes off his cold, grey ones.
Without thinking, I swung my fist, aiming for Hunter. The punch hit his jaw hard, blood oozing off his lip. Hunter was taken aback, surprised. His mouth stuck out at an odd angle. He coughed, spitting out blood-stained teeth. Hunter looked up, baring a toothy snarl. Three small holes finished his menacing glare.
“Why you little…” he growled, reaching out to grab me.
“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?” Sherpo screamed, shoving Hunter away. He fell back, landing with a thud on the dirt. Sherpo grabbed me by the scruff of my shirt, hauling me away from Hunter. He stormed towards the main building, still carrying me. Before I knew what I was doing, I widened my jaw, and clamped my teeth down hard on his wrist. He flinched, but kept going. My mouth held on to his arm, stuck in place. Ten minutes later, Sherpo stepped into the building. He went into his office, sat me down on a chair, and took a seat in his. He rested his elbows on his desk, and rubbed his temple slowly. The Commander sighed, looking up.
“Listen Jace, I know the selection is not ideal. But it’s what the Council think is best for you.”
Not the Council. The Council thinks they know what’s best for us. Yet, they’re ones who sent me to this place.
I kept my head down.
“The Council agreed that with the Schooling law, that some schools should be co-ed,” Sherpo said.
“Richwood Academy is a great school. I bet you’ll fit right in.”
This chapter will have something when Aria finishes.
So, I write a poem......
"I write.... books,
they are.... goods?
I hope you like 'em
I have nothing better to do with my life because I am a sad lonely excuse for a human...."
P.S end of chapter... hope you hated it! Because I did!!! :P
Again, sorry for the short chapters..
Just letting you know, I felt I had something to write about.....
It was a crisp evening. The unlikely warrior stepped onto the dark battle field. Because it was tonight. Tonight was going to be his hardest challenge. Close to impossible. But it had to be done. The Grass Hopper had to leave.
The furry gladiator scanned the area. The Grass Hopper was nowhere to be seen. A small blur of green pounced out of the bush, swinging its head around to face him. The warrior stepped back, tail waving. It was time.
He pounced, barely missing the Grass Hopper as it jumped away. No matter, he thought. He'll be gone soon enough. The warrior bowed down, tail raised high. He leaped again, jaws wide open.
The small insect was trapped. The Grass Hopper bounced on his tongue, poking his gums. Tears welled in his eyes as the gladiator spat out the bug. So close. He mumbled a low growl, advancing on the opposition. He stopped, standing face to face with his opponent.