Alaska.
Lyla supervised the RA sniper training. She pointed out mistakes and corrected them, hard. She watched each soldier carefully.
"Get down there! Dont cheat yourself soldiers!" Lyla shouted, as they where doing warm-up push-ups. Lyla clapped once, indicating warm up was over. They stood up.
"Snipers hot!" Lyla barked. Then all of the soldiers-to-be took their mga baril off safe.
"On the ground!" Lyla barked. They dropped to the ground. Lyla gave a signal and they positioned their snipers.
"Fire!" Lyla signaled. The aimed and hit moving targets. Lyla nodded in amusement.
"Up! Now!" She barked. They stood up. Lyla walked down an aisle of the soldiers-to-be, she corrected loose stance, corrected loose sniper's and ammunition, she barked madami orders, for hours and hours. After hours of training, they were allowed to go to the bunkers. She stayed in a bunker, since she was away from home, she had to. Twan and Joey were back in gotham preparing other soldiers-to-be.
She lay there, unable to sleep. She told herself it was all the coffee, but she didnt belive it. She was anxtious. She tossed and turned. She jumped out of kama and grabbed her sniper. She walked out of the bunkers, and relived a RA soldier from duty and took his place. She stood guard of the relatively small base. She didnt get tired, she some how, just, stayed awake the whole time. Morning approached, she still stood gaurd, taking madami shifts. She spoke into her earpeice as she heard something,
"Prepare for enemy forces." She sinabi quietly readying and dropping to the snow covered ground. She readied her sniper and looked through the scope. Her eyes widened.
"Operation. Snow." She sinabi into her earpeice.
Yeah, a little short, so yeah.....exciting aint it?
The Face.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My mga kaibigan have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream or cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My mga kaibigan have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream or cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.
Endgame
