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|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||
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|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||
"I-I'm not afraid to eat!" Emma said as she opened up her packet of utensils. "You know what they told me during the exam?" A rhetorical question, clearly. Emma's cheeks turned slightly pink once again, "that I was five pounds over weight." Emma was clearly not happy about this, "but I think I'll lose it quickly here," she said confidently. "Because we're going to be exercising a lot." Emma cut into her food, that strange taste of meat filling her mouth once more. Emma didn't understand it, it wasn't bad per say, but she wasn't sure if she liked it so Emma focused more on the recognizable vegetables and what looked like a rice pilaf. "Is it always like this? So tense?" Emma asked Lise, hoping that the air of tension would disintegrate eventually as it was not pleasant. "I know we can do it Irina," Emma replied, smiling just a bit.
"Hey look, it's the bed wetter and ice princess," one of the boys laughed as they passed their table. It was worthy of mentioning their lack of comment about Lise, as it was certain that they already knew of the might of the young blonde. Emma blushed and kept her face down, hoping that she wouldn't attract anymore unwanted attention to herself. "Y-yeah?" She said very quietly, "Well at least I didn't faint after running the mile! You got beat by a girl," while Emma hadn't meant for anyone to hear that, it was quite clear that the boy had. His cheeks welled red, his friend began to laugh and guided him away. While Lise was most certainly the youngest, Emma was certain that she was next. Hardly any of the boys from Emma's testing group had made it through, seeming far too young to be entering a military career.
The only ones to have been admitted were the exceptional ones. Children bored with school, with unique physical prowess that needed to be molded, or had a personal history and vendetta against the rebellion that needed to be curbed lest they go off on their own to hunt for the rebels and die trying. "I wanted to make lots of friends, but I guess most boys my age don't want to be friends with a girl..." and a supposed bed wetter to boot. Then again, as Irina had pointed out, the last bed wetting would have been a very long time ago. Emma drank her water down thirstily and placed her glass back on the tray, the lunch hour was almost up, they would be heading to the field for their first drills very soon.
"Are they going to make us clean?" Emma asked, "There was this boy at the orphanage that said before his parents died, they were in the military and they used to have to clean the toilet with their toothbrushes!" Emma made a face at that, she most certainly did not want to have to clean any toilets with the same brush that went inside of her mouth.