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Saturday, June 27, 2015

Chapter 5 (part 1/2) from Rebels with Guts Part One, The Fall of Nations by Skylar

Chapter Five, A Walk Down Memory Lane 
(James) May 11th, 2067
TWO YEARS LATER

  It has been two years since Chicago was blown up, and my life has changed a lot since then. I became a part of Rebels With Guts; a secret organization fighting against Killian that consists of 12 teenaged girls, Rosie, and me. They have trained me in fighting styles, and my computer hacking skills were put to good use since I’ve joined. Beth's sister Rosie has also become a Rebel With Guts, and become quite the little ninja. And craziest thing of all I still miss Beth sure, but guess what I have a girlfriend! That girl Pinky, with purple and pink hair is my kick butt girlfriend! Score! She's smart, dangerous, and gorgeous what more could you want! We've been together for about a year, but I fell in love with her the first time I set eyes on her. Which oddly enough the first time I saw her she had a gun pointed at my head, weird. 
   Rebels with Guts has been a really great home for me; though it's a little weird being the only guy. The 12 teenaged girls who work here with me and Rosie are: Pinky Johnson (19), Kasey McAndrews (15), Ryley Lexar (16), Ann Lee Lewis (supposedly 17 though she looks much older), Kelly Brown (14), Nija Doughlas (18), Ella Thompson (13), Mia Jordan (17), Alexus (Alex) Cyrus (16), Samantha (Sam), Natasha Black (14), and Jamie Mcfez (15).
  They aren't that bad though. I mean they scream a lot, they also get a little wild, sometimes some of them try to kiss me, but now when they do that Pinky decks them. Also have you ever noticed how girls can talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk; did I mention talk? And just never ever ever EVER STOP! Other than that, their great. 

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    It was another typical Friday at Rebels With Guts; getting up precisely at 7:30 A.M., breakfast at 8:00, fighting training from 9:00 to 12:00, lunch from 12:00 to 1:00, break/lunch clean up from 1:00 to 2:00, study of Killains weaknesses/strategy meeting from 2:00 to 3:30, work at your Rebels With Guts job from 3:30 to 5:30, dinner from 5:30 to 7:00, completion of unfinished work/extra strategizing or training time from 7:00 to 8:00, bonding and chilling time from 8:00 to 10:00, getting ready for bed 10:00 to 11:30, lights out midnight.
   As you can tell are days are extensively planned out so not a minute is wasted. Which is convenient, but sometimes it's really annoying to always be on a schedule. 

    My alarm went off at precisely 7:30, and I shot my hand out to turn it off. I missed the side table it set on completely, and was propelled by the unstopped momentum of my arm onto the floor. THUD! "OW!" I exclaimed as my head clacked against the floor. "Stupid meanie of a floor! I thought we were friends!"
   "Natasha stop yelling at the floor; everybody knows you two hate each other! So stop pretending it's your friend!" Pinky shouted, from the other room.
    "Pink, it's me, James!" I yelled back, detaching my face from the floor.
     "Oh. Sorry sweetie, I thought you were Nat because she falls out of bed everyday!"
     "It's all good honey"
     Pinky came into the room and helped me up. She looked gorgeous as usual in a black tank top, black leggings, and nee high black boots. I however look horrible, but in my defense I just woke up. It has always amazed me how Pinky is always the first one ready, and usual looks the best of all us. I stared at her with glazed eyes thinking how gorgeous she was.
   "James? James!" Pinky snapped her fingers in my face, bringing me back to reality. 
   "Sorry..." I said sheepishly, "I was just thinking about how gorgeous you look." 
    “Aw, thanks sweetie! You look horrible by the way." Pinky pecked me on the cheek.
    "I know." I said, turning red with embarrassment.
    "I'd get ready pretty quick if I were you or you might be late to breakfast. I'll save you a seat next to me just in case." 
    "Okay, thanks." I pecked her on the cheek and walked out of the room to get ready.

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