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Chapter 5 - The Dingo and the Kookaburra bird
To sit in the sniper nest with a sixteen years old girl and try to do your job while teaching her about it was not as easy as expected. Juliet borrowed one of my older, "just as good" snipers to train with. She often lost focus, especially when she saw her sister burn someone to death or when she saw Scout. She often took my focus when she tried to start a conversation or ask something about myself. Bloody hell, it was possibly the worst two hours in my life. No doubt.
To sit in the sniper nest with a grumpy middle-aged man and try to listen to his boring lessons while you're trying to lighten up the mood was not as easy a expected. Sniper gave me a old weapon and told me it was a something-something from some kind of year to train my skills with. He often got mad because I tried to have fun while sniping. Like when I tried to wave to my sister, or when I tried to check out Scout when he was working so hard that he started sweating. Not that I like him or anything! I just curious. He wasn't even happy when I tried to talk. Seriously, he is possibly the most dull and vapid person I've ever met in my life. No doubt.
As we got home, the time was nine o'clock. We were just lucky it was a Friday night so we could sleep tomorrow. I didn't really want to cook food by then, so I kindly suggested that we could just eat some sandwiches. Juliet said she wasn't hungry and would rather go to bed. "Suit yourself, mate", I said and went trough the living room towards the kitchen. I opened the fridge, it looked empty. I managed to find some butter though. And the breed was already on the counter.
As we got home, it was really late. Lucky us, it was Friday. I were hungry, but when Sniper asked if I would like to have some sandwiches for dinner, I kindly said I wasn't hungry. I went upstairs. He told me which room was suppose to be mine on the way from the base. I opened the door, it looked empty. Not empty, I had a bed, a desk, a drawer and shelves. But it had no stuff. It wasn't personal. Except my bags, they were already on the bed.
I sat down on one of the chair to the dinning table. I looked out the window. I thought about my parents. I hope I would make mom proud, that all the effort would make a nice outcome.
I sat down on the bed and looked out the window. I thought about Heather. I hope she sleeps well tonight when she is so far away from me. I hope that all the effort would make a nice outcome.
I will try my best to get along...
Antagligen mitt sämsta kapitel hittills, sorry >.<
To sit in the sniper nest with a sixteen years old girl and try to do your job while teaching her about it was not as easy as expected. Juliet borrowed one of my older, "just as good" snipers to train with. She often lost focus, especially when she saw her sister burn someone to death or when she saw Scout. She often took my focus when she tried to start a conversation or ask something about myself. Bloody hell, it was possibly the worst two hours in my life. No doubt.
To sit in the sniper nest with a grumpy middle-aged man and try to listen to his boring lessons while you're trying to lighten up the mood was not as easy a expected. Sniper gave me a old weapon and told me it was a something-something from some kind of year to train my skills with. He often got mad because I tried to have fun while sniping. Like when I tried to wave to my sister, or when I tried to check out Scout when he was working so hard that he started sweating. Not that I like him or anything! I just curious. He wasn't even happy when I tried to talk. Seriously, he is possibly the most dull and vapid person I've ever met in my life. No doubt.
As we got home, the time was nine o'clock. We were just lucky it was a Friday night so we could sleep tomorrow. I didn't really want to cook food by then, so I kindly suggested that we could just eat some sandwiches. Juliet said she wasn't hungry and would rather go to bed. "Suit yourself, mate", I said and went trough the living room towards the kitchen. I opened the fridge, it looked empty. I managed to find some butter though. And the breed was already on the counter.
As we got home, it was really late. Lucky us, it was Friday. I were hungry, but when Sniper asked if I would like to have some sandwiches for dinner, I kindly said I wasn't hungry. I went upstairs. He told me which room was suppose to be mine on the way from the base. I opened the door, it looked empty. Not empty, I had a bed, a desk, a drawer and shelves. But it had no stuff. It wasn't personal. Except my bags, they were already on the bed.
I sat down on one of the chair to the dinning table. I looked out the window. I thought about my parents. I hope I would make mom proud, that all the effort would make a nice outcome.
I sat down on the bed and looked out the window. I thought about Heather. I hope she sleeps well tonight when she is so far away from me. I hope that all the effort would make a nice outcome.
I will try my best to get along...
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