6

6. When the young boy makes his way through the sand, he walks like a superstar. His black jeans show his athletic legs, while his black leather jacket sits tight on his upper body. His blond hair is cut short; they are not two or three millimeter, his hair pops out behind his ears while their struggling to reach his well formed shoulders. When he put his sunglass on his little but scratched nose he is ‘the man’. My thoughts are all about him and I hate myself for that. This isn’t a fancy place to meet your next boyfriends, or make romances. We are walking on a battleground, a place where anger, madness, fear and anxious are running through your veins. Maybe not at the same time but one by one. Nor you only got emptiness inside you, focusing on your next murder or doing something harsh you can’t refuse because of your low rank. War isn’t always pretty. While I thought about my missions I have done, and the mission I’m going to do, Alex is following a men and show him the man-united. Because of the high danger by doing this training at this institute there are just two units and one secret. One for the man and one for the women, and one where no one has heard about, but we all know it is. ‘Charlot are you going to teach me the kick or not?’ Absently I steer in the young girl her eyes. She is just twenty but very ambitious to fight the evil minded. ‘Sure, if you’re ready’ my olive green top is sticking on my skin. Actually I’m to tired to help her, and I simply don’t want to help her so I made my choice. ‘Were you going to!’ she jells angrily to me.
‘I said when you’re ready I help you with the kick. You’re not focused so you’re not ready’
‘I’m focused!’ she jumps straight up and done to make her words strong. It doesn’t affect me, I’m still walking away from her and the training field, and everyone is gaping to me when I pass them by. ‘She never left a training, never’ people are mumbling the same fraises over and over again.
‘Even when she has to pee or she has her period, she doesn’t abandon the training like this!’
Yeah I’m great, I’m wonderful I get it, I think by myself. When I see my bunk bed I can only think about feeding my curiosity, I need to meet my peer.