"hey! hey james!" "oh, hey jay, whats up?" "WHATS UP? YOU NEVER SAID YOU WERE SIGNING UP TOO!!" "ok, sorry, ill give you the memo next time" "pssh, give it to jake, he'll be pissed." "what about serena? she wont be happy about this you know." the young man paused, chewing on his inner cheek. "well, yeah, her and mom wont like it" as james stared at jay, he looked him over. the walnut hair that was in whichever way it pleased, the blue eyes that surged with plaesentry. the 6 feet of obvious farmboy that never detereorated, and the unmistakeable aviators that were hooked in his pocket.
"so, does anyone know your here?" he looked at the boy that was only a few months older than him, but somehow looked much younger. james always intrested the ladies, of course, what lady wouldnt look? the way his emerald eyes shone with eagerness, his black hair in a stuck up manner, though only five foot seven, he commanded the intrest with merly his presence. "not really, i mean, you do!"
"haha, well, lets go find jake, he'll stick me in manure if he gets too impatient." "haha, yeah, trio of damned we are jay!" "damn straight" as they ran into the clearing they came across a a blonde haired six foot twentyone year old that towered over most and looked ready to kill someone. his blue eyes blazed with rage as he swivelled around on his heel to stare at them "james,what in the hell are you doing here?" "tough luck jake, im coming along for the fun"
just then, a whistle blew "ALLRIGHT YOU BUNCH OF PRIVATES! LISTEN UP! GET YOUR ASSES IN A FLIGHT, 3 ROWS. MOVE IT! YOU MAY BE SOILDERS ONE DAY!" "i thought we just became soilders" YOU! WHATS YOUR NAME BOY!" "the names jay" "I SEE NO JAY ON HERE!" "full name is jordan, but jay is alot quicker"
as they marched outside to a training ground, the guy turned around. "HALT! THIS WILL BE YOUR TRAINING GROUND! HAVE FUN, YOU WONT BE HERE TOO LONG!"
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