Children used to play outside without fearing death or trouble. But now, the serpent has bared his fangs as the cat hissed in pain! In the year 3014 the World shifted again, and the U.S. was taken over by terrorist. Now it is the year 4025, and the Union will come back with the help of an unlikely team.
Shyla P.O.V
Bang! Bang! The sound of guns firing during gun training class. “Hurry up squirts!” Yelled Mrs.Tsurī, as we loaded our guns. “Damn it!” I said under my breathe. “Having a hard time loading ammo, dumbass?!” hissed Guy. He reloads quickly, but he is still a great enemy. “Not really bastard. How about you?” I hissed back with a mischevious smile. As I stared shooting at the targets flawlessly. But Guy was even better. He hit them without even looking! Oh,how much I wanted o be better than him. Tachelle was trying to reload her ammo as fast as she could, but she has never been that good at loading guns. She started to shake and cry because she knew that if you couldn’t perfect your class after two months the school would “Get Rid” of you, as kill you. Mrs. Tsurī walked up to her, I could hear the tears splat on the ground one after another. Mrs. Tsurī put her hand on her shoulder and said. “If you need help just tell me Tacky!” she said with a huge grin on her face. “Oh.. ok.” said Tachelle with a small sigh of relief. “Now hurry up you Idiotic maggots!” yelled Mrs.Tsurī as she laughed her ass off. After Gun Training 101 we have Archry, which is Keianna's favorite class.
Keianna P.O.V
As I put the arrow on the string, I got the feeling I was being watched. But of course I was being watched. in fact, we all were. When you turn the great age of 12, you go to school to join the Terrorist Army of Tero States.They put a tracker card in your left arm and when you start school they have carmeras watching you at all times to see if your worthy of being a general. The youngest general is Mason Hartman, at only the age of 16. He is 6'9 and God only knows how much he weighs! But the most competetive trainees are Shyla and Guy. They always compete in everything, and they to one-up eachother. They both have the potential to become genrals, and they are great at bossing people around. So, they're both great leaders. The archery teacher, Mrs.Tsurī, is the archery teacher. not to mention a complete bitch. I was wearing blue skinny jeans and a white jacket over a shirt that said "Hope". I covered the shirt up as best as I could because there is no 'hope' for any of us. We are all going to die at some point in time, some in war.I shoot my arrow and stare at the target with immense hope. Hope that everytime I do archery, I will live to see another day.
Shyla P.O.V
As great as I am in sports, I am terrible in science! And I'm pretty sure that I have every class with that retard, Guy! "You slackin' Johnson?!" Exclaimed Guy in his best imitation of a general. "You're a dumbass, rat faced, retard". "Shut the hell up. Obviously you are!" I replied. "How?" he said as he poured the wrong chemical into the test tube."Holy shit!" he yelled in panick. "Duck!" he screamed, his voice echoing throughout the hallways. Boom! Then we got up only to see that the lab table had gotten blown up. "Well that's just great!" Yelled Remy in exasperation. "You blew up the lab table you.. you jackass!" exclaimed Remy stuttering. Mr. Carter looked at all three of us with that same you're-in-so-much-trouble face and sent us all to the office. "So you 'accidently' blew up the lab table?" said Mrs. Carper sarcasticlly. "Yes!" shouted Guy. "Quit!" Hissed Mrs. Carper. Ugh, you have no idea how much i hate that dumb bitch.
