"You can't settle for reaching other people's limits. You have to reach yours." - Julien Smith, The Flinch
I am determined never to give up my dreams, to be scared of something I can't die from, or to forget what means most to me. It's a promise I've made to myself and to people who didn't get to live long enough to accomplish their dreams.
One of my dreams is to write and have people enjoy what I have to say. Hopefully with the help of wittyprofiles.com this can come true.
Last
night, I got a knock on my door an hour
and a half before my curfew.
Five boys
were on my porch, and for the first
time in quite a long time, I
was completely and
totally ready to leave the house. Not to
argue or make them wait. I was
happy
oddly. I had already had a bitof a hissy
fight with my mother, so it was strange to
me.
That same night, a boy I like
finally made a move
that resulted in huge smiles on
both parties, my old best friend
became closer than we have been in
ages, and my current best friend got
what she wanted from a boy she's
been playing tug-o-war
with for the past
month.
I really wanna say that last night
was the best night of my
life, but I don't know if it was.
I'm only 15. and I still got a lot more living to do
hopefully. And, hey!, tonight could be better.
Maybe my crush will
ask
me out, maybe my old best friend will
decide we should be
best friends
again, and maybe my best friend will
finally have a boyfriend to last her
awhile.
Or I could win a million
bucks,
befriended
by all of the cast and staff of
the Avengers, and get a cute
little puppy.
I don't know why I'm expecting greater from what
seems to me an almost perfect night. I think it's
because no matter what kind of day or night your having, I
hope you expect better because you think you deserve better
or more. It's not conceited. It's almost
theraputic.
Never settle for
less.
Highway To Nowhere
Chapter 17
Calli
I'm really disappointed about the whole Leslie thing. She ended up proving me wrong, but that doesn't mean I'm not right.
Anyway, after breakfast, we all lined up outside.
“For the first day, we will be taking another jog around this campus. This time, anyone who makes a mockery of themselves and this camp will do much more than wash vehicles. You will get up earlier, go to sleep later, and do many more activities. We will then learn the proper technique for completing the obstacle courses and run the beginning course. By then, it will be lunch. Lunch is promptly served at 1200. If we do not make it in time, it will be your own fault, and you shall not receive your middle meal. Am I understood?” General Hoppucket said.
We all replied in a firm 'yes sir!'.
“Let's begin!” Sergeant Wilcoke barked.
I started jogging. Kayden quickly caught up with me.
“Hey, Calli,” he said smiling.
“Hey, Kayden,” I replied keeping my gaze forward.
“I wanted to talk to you about something.” I could feel his eyes on me.
“Then talk.”
“It's kind of hard for me to explain.”
“Take your time.”
We jogged for a long time without talking. Part of me really wanted to know what he wanted to talk to me about. I didn't push him though. I honestly wanted to finish the jog before we got into a serious discussion.
The layout of Base 11 went up, down, and all around. We climbed hills, ran on small bridge-like structures made up of earth, and ran on the bank of a man-made lake. I know Base 11 didn't sound like a huge place at the beginning, but not everything is always as it seems.
We were getting closer to the main area of tents when Kayden finally spoke again.
“What do you think of me?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” Talking takes a lot of breathing.
“I mean, when you look at me, what do you think impression wise?”
“Umm, I don't know. What kind of answer are you looking for here?”
“I don't know. Nevermind.” He looked disappointed and dropped back.
I kept jogging. He'd talk to me when he wants to.
“Okay, boo!” I heard Leslie call out. I felt someone jogging up beside me.
It was Jayden. He nodded and continued gaining speed, passing almost everybody.
Since when is Jay athletic?
Highway
To Nowhere
Chapter 15(Part
1)
Calli
“Let's go, ladies!” Sergeant Wilcoke barked.
We all lazily climbed out of our beds. And lined up beside them.
“Make your beds! Get ready and be outside in 20! You will be wearing long pants, your black t-shirts, and your dog tags! Any questions?”
“Yeah,” Leslie chimed in. “What are we suppose to do in 20 minutes? Make our bed? That seems like a long time to be making your bed.”
“What?” Sergeant Wilcoke asked incredulously.
“You can't possibly mean that we have 20 minutes to change AND make our beds! That is definitely not enough time.” Leslie stepped out of line. Her forehead had worry lines in it.
It took all of my composure not to start laughing like a hyena.
“Permission to speak?” Maya asked Sergeant Wilcoke.
“Permission granted.” Sergeant Wilcoke's face was bright red from either her patience about to blow or her embarrassment at Leslie's ignorance.
“I don't think Leslie understands what this camp is about. Base 11 was founded both as a military base and camp to teach kids respect, discipline, and diversity. By diversity, the camp means a different daily routine. I hope Leslie realizes by entering herself in this camp she has committed to all of the rules and regulations including obeying orders. We are not her to have a good time. We are here to learn, and having fun is just a bonus on the way,” Maya stated. She then nodded her head to acknowledge she was done speaking.
Now it took all of my composure to not to high-5 Maya.
“Do you understand everything Maya just said, Leslie?” Sergeant Wilcoke had a huge, smug grin plastered on her face.
Leslie rolled her eyes. “Yes, ma'am. I'm not stupid, you know.”
“You could've fooled me,” Sergeant Wilcoke retorted. “20 minutes! Dismissed!”
Highway To Nowhere
Chapter 13 (Part 2)
Calli
After Corporal told us she'd come back to yell in lights out soon, Christy asked Leslie what happened.
“We kissed!”she gushed. “His lips were so soft, and he didn't even stop until he heard a general's voice. He's so sensitive. His home life is terrible.”
I snorted quite loudly.
“What's so funny?” Leslie snarled.
“Jayden, having a rough home life? Sure he has issues with his family, but rough? Anything but. It's just a misunderstanding,” I stated holding back my laughter. Sure, his life's hard, but it isn't a total sob story. In fact, all they need is some therapy, and a better understanding of each other.
“You don't know anything, Colorado.” She came over to my bunk. “I'd keep your mouth shut.”
“She went to school with him, Plastic,” Skylar said. “She has known him longer, so she should know more.”
“Who are you calling Plastic? Isn't most of you made in the Philippines or something?”
“I'm natural made unlike all of you. You were engineered at a factory.”Skylar smiled and climbed into her bunk smug.
“I bet he doesn't even know you're name,” I said to Leslie.
“I'll prove it, tomorrow Colorado.” Leslie sashayed off. It looked more like her hips were having spasms.
“Lights out!” Corporal Johnstone yelled into our tent.
We all turned our lanterns off some soldiers had set up for when it gets dark.
I guess that
'connection' was wrong. Maybe Kayden was right. I
shouldn't go for the loser brother. Maybe I shouldn't
focus on guys at all. I am at a military camp in the desert after
all.
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I really like this chapter. You get a closer glimpse at 3
relationships.
Enjoy<3