Fight Against All Odds
Chapter 11
I woke up at 6am without a problem. There hadn't been any nightmares.
I got up from bed and looked at myself in the mirror.
My eyeliner was smudged all over my face from neglecting to wash my face and my hair was a tangled mess. Unable to look at myself any longer I turned on the shower. I then slipped out of my clothing and hopped in.
The hot water felt like heaven. I hadn't taken a hot water shower since the Gray took over.
I tried to see through the confusion of last night. I couldn't understand what had happened. Andy and I were dancing like idiots, then we started slow dancing and he was staring at me with his blue eyes. Those stupid beautiful blue eyes. He then proceeded to leave.
I couldn't be more confused.
Did he like me? Probably not. I'm too young for him and I look like shit. I was a walking skeleton from being deprived of food and the fact that I was stressed to the point I threw up whatever I ate. My hair was a dull, lifeless gray-brown.
He was staring at me though. Friends don't stare at each other like that do they?
I rolled my eyes at myself. I was over thinking this. No need to get hopes up fora hopeless cause.
I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I then brushed my hair out.
I needed to be at the training center by 9am. The training center apparently was a gym.
I slipped on the uniform blue sweatpants and sweatshirt then tied my hair into a simple loose ponytail. I didn't bother with makeup, it would sweat off anyway. I put on some running shoes and left the hotel room.
About twenty other people wearing the same blue sweatpants and sweatshirt as me were walking to the elevator. A bright, cheerful Amy Lee was now waving at me. Before I knew it she ran over and hugged me.
"I....can't....breath," I struggled to say as Amy strangled me.
"Sorry!" She said, letting go of me.
"How are you this happy in the morning?!?!?!" I grumbled.
"I'm just a morning person!" She smiled.
It was so weird having a normal conversation with a person you had admired since you were a kid.
"So," Amy smirked, " what was that about last night?"
"What was what about?" I said tiredly.
"You and Mr. Biersack were staring at each other like you were both about to attack each other's faces!"
"What the hell are you going on about? We're friends!" I said defensively.
"Don't deny it, you like him don't you!" Amy said, her excitement causing her to look like she was about to explode.
"This isn't 6th grade!" I rolled my eyes. But I couldn't control the guilty grin that spread across my face. Amy noticed immeadiatly.
"I FREAKIN KNEW IT!!!!!" She yelled.
"Shut up!" I whispered.
She blushed. "Sorry."
We took the elevator down to the food court to have breakfast, the whole time Amy questioning me on what I thought about Andy. I was aboutto strangle her.
A few minutes after I had sat down to eat pancakes I got a tap on the shoulder. I turned around to see a man in a military uniform holding a letter out to me. I took it and opened it.
"Ooh it's who you're training with!" Amy said excitedly.
I read through.
Oh gosh.
Ohgoshohgoshohgoshohgoshohgosh.
My training instructer is Andy.
"Awww you're not in my training group!" Amy said before a smile spread across her face. "Well this is perfect!" she said once she noticed why I was slowly dying.
"Attention all soldiers. Please report to your training stations immeadiatly!" A voice said over a speaker.
"So this is goodbye then?" I said as I started to stand up.
"See you later!" Amy said as she stood up and walked away.
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I walked into the room where I was to train and looked around. It was a quiet room and no outside noise came through. It apparently used to be a basketball court but now the walls were covered in swords and different kinds of guns. Targets lined one wall and had bullet holes shot through them.
Five other people were in the room with me. None of which I recognized. Two were very business-like men, one was a boy who looked to be around 12, and two middle-aged women who looked like they had taken martial arts their whole lives. All in blue sweatshirts and sweatpants. Apparently there were about 100 different training groups in the Central Florida section of underground America, meaning there was about 500 refugees in Central Florida.
The two women proceeded to take two swords off the wall and mock fight. Their movements were swift and neither one could best the other. It was fascinating to watch.
The twelve year old was doing push-ups in a corner and the two men were examining the different guns. I decided to awkwardly stretch in another corner.
Suddenly a rather frustrated looking Andy stepped into the room. There were dark circles under his eyes and it was obvious he hadn't slept.
Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and directed their attention to Andy. He cleared his throat.
"Alright we're going to start with running 10 minutes around the gym to warm up then we'll go from there," he said. Everyone nodded and Andy pulled out a stopwatch.
"Go," he said and we took off running. We just ran laps around the gym. I was out of breath by five minutes from not running in a while but it wasn't that hard. I ran at least a mile.
Training consisted of a lot of strength work and aerobics. Apparently there were "weapons days" where we trained specifically on how to use a gun or sword but first we had to build endurance and strength.
I did everything as best I could even though I looked pathetic compared to the rest of the people. What I didn't understand was why Andy was an instructer while the two women who looked like ninjas were just soldiers.
As Andy walked around the room to make sure we were doing the excercises correctly I noticed how tired he looked. Depression seemed to hang in the air around him.
Then it hit me. James.
James was obviously Andy's friend, yet he died. Andy must've been dealing with the pain yesterday. I wanted to hug Andy so badly now and tell him everything is alright.
Two hours later a speaker announced training was over. Everyone started leaving. I turned to walk out the door but was stopped by a hand on my shoulder.
"You did great today Grace," Andy said through a half smile.
"Are you kidding me I sucked!" I rolled my eyes.
"See that kid over there?" Andy said, gesturing to the 12 year old. "When he first came he could barely run for a minute. Now look at him. It's fine you did amazing," he said.
I looked at how tired and depressed he seemed. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"To be honest I didn't get any sleep last night. Pain takes its toll, but life goes on," he said.
"Well I'm glad you're feeling better," I smiled.
"Alrighty then I'll see you tomorrow," he grinned.
I said goodbye and started to walk back up to my room.
I got up from bed and looked at myself in the mirror.
My eyeliner was smudged all over my face from neglecting to wash my face and my hair was a tangled mess. Unable to look at myself any longer I turned on the shower. I then slipped out of my clothing and hopped in.
The hot water felt like heaven. I hadn't taken a hot water shower since the Gray took over.
I tried to see through the confusion of last night. I couldn't understand what had happened. Andy and I were dancing like idiots, then we started slow dancing and he was staring at me with his blue eyes. Those stupid beautiful blue eyes. He then proceeded to leave.
I couldn't be more confused.
Did he like me? Probably not. I'm too young for him and I look like shit. I was a walking skeleton from being deprived of food and the fact that I was stressed to the point I threw up whatever I ate. My hair was a dull, lifeless gray-brown.
He was staring at me though. Friends don't stare at each other like that do they?
I rolled my eyes at myself. I was over thinking this. No need to get hopes up fora hopeless cause.
I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I then brushed my hair out.
I needed to be at the training center by 9am. The training center apparently was a gym.
I slipped on the uniform blue sweatpants and sweatshirt then tied my hair into a simple loose ponytail. I didn't bother with makeup, it would sweat off anyway. I put on some running shoes and left the hotel room.
About twenty other people wearing the same blue sweatpants and sweatshirt as me were walking to the elevator. A bright, cheerful Amy Lee was now waving at me. Before I knew it she ran over and hugged me.
"I....can't....breath," I struggled to say as Amy strangled me.
"Sorry!" She said, letting go of me.
"How are you this happy in the morning?!?!?!" I grumbled.
"I'm just a morning person!" She smiled.
It was so weird having a normal conversation with a person you had admired since you were a kid.
"So," Amy smirked, " what was that about last night?"
"What was what about?" I said tiredly.
"You and Mr. Biersack were staring at each other like you were both about to attack each other's faces!"
"What the hell are you going on about? We're friends!" I said defensively.
"Don't deny it, you like him don't you!" Amy said, her excitement causing her to look like she was about to explode.
"This isn't 6th grade!" I rolled my eyes. But I couldn't control the guilty grin that spread across my face. Amy noticed immeadiatly.
"I FREAKIN KNEW IT!!!!!" She yelled.
"Shut up!" I whispered.
She blushed. "Sorry."
We took the elevator down to the food court to have breakfast, the whole time Amy questioning me on what I thought about Andy. I was aboutto strangle her.
A few minutes after I had sat down to eat pancakes I got a tap on the shoulder. I turned around to see a man in a military uniform holding a letter out to me. I took it and opened it.
"Ooh it's who you're training with!" Amy said excitedly.
I read through.
Oh gosh.
Ohgoshohgoshohgoshohgoshohgosh.
My training instructer is Andy.
"Awww you're not in my training group!" Amy said before a smile spread across her face. "Well this is perfect!" she said once she noticed why I was slowly dying.
"Attention all soldiers. Please report to your training stations immeadiatly!" A voice said over a speaker.
"So this is goodbye then?" I said as I started to stand up.
"See you later!" Amy said as she stood up and walked away.
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I walked into the room where I was to train and looked around. It was a quiet room and no outside noise came through. It apparently used to be a basketball court but now the walls were covered in swords and different kinds of guns. Targets lined one wall and had bullet holes shot through them.
Five other people were in the room with me. None of which I recognized. Two were very business-like men, one was a boy who looked to be around 12, and two middle-aged women who looked like they had taken martial arts their whole lives. All in blue sweatshirts and sweatpants. Apparently there were about 100 different training groups in the Central Florida section of underground America, meaning there was about 500 refugees in Central Florida.
The two women proceeded to take two swords off the wall and mock fight. Their movements were swift and neither one could best the other. It was fascinating to watch.
The twelve year old was doing push-ups in a corner and the two men were examining the different guns. I decided to awkwardly stretch in another corner.
Suddenly a rather frustrated looking Andy stepped into the room. There were dark circles under his eyes and it was obvious he hadn't slept.
Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and directed their attention to Andy. He cleared his throat.
"Alright we're going to start with running 10 minutes around the gym to warm up then we'll go from there," he said. Everyone nodded and Andy pulled out a stopwatch.
"Go," he said and we took off running. We just ran laps around the gym. I was out of breath by five minutes from not running in a while but it wasn't that hard. I ran at least a mile.
Training consisted of a lot of strength work and aerobics. Apparently there were "weapons days" where we trained specifically on how to use a gun or sword but first we had to build endurance and strength.
I did everything as best I could even though I looked pathetic compared to the rest of the people. What I didn't understand was why Andy was an instructer while the two women who looked like ninjas were just soldiers.
As Andy walked around the room to make sure we were doing the excercises correctly I noticed how tired he looked. Depression seemed to hang in the air around him.
Then it hit me. James.
James was obviously Andy's friend, yet he died. Andy must've been dealing with the pain yesterday. I wanted to hug Andy so badly now and tell him everything is alright.
Two hours later a speaker announced training was over. Everyone started leaving. I turned to walk out the door but was stopped by a hand on my shoulder.
"You did great today Grace," Andy said through a half smile.
"Are you kidding me I sucked!" I rolled my eyes.
"See that kid over there?" Andy said, gesturing to the 12 year old. "When he first came he could barely run for a minute. Now look at him. It's fine you did amazing," he said.
I looked at how tired and depressed he seemed. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"To be honest I didn't get any sleep last night. Pain takes its toll, but life goes on," he said.
"Well I'm glad you're feeling better," I smiled.
"Alrighty then I'll see you tomorrow," he grinned.
I said goodbye and started to walk back up to my room.
I love the story but it really triggered my emotions
4/23/13