liah

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I frowned, knowing he was right. I knew if I didn't eat, I could get sick or something. I didn't need that. Not here anyways. "Alright." I sighed and picked up my spoon. "I'll eat it." I scooped another mouthful of food into my mouth, shuttering at the taste. "I really don't want to do this." I took another spoonful. I would wash the taste down with the milk they'd given us, but I was lactose intolerant. "Maybe we could sneak out of here or something." I said quietly. I knew that wasn't possible, but it was definitely a thought.

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"This is terrible." I forced myself to scoop another spoonful of oatmeal in my mouth. I made a face, wrinkling my nose and shaking my head in disgust. "I can't eat this. This is horrible." I pushed my bowl in front of me. "I can't." I shook my head. I'd find some food around here. I didn't know where, but I would. "I'm not going to eat slops like a pig."

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Sitting down beside him, I placed my tray on the table and shrugged. "Maybe it's to tell us apart from the people who were already here." I said, looking around at the soldiers with navy blue uniforms. "That is weird." I raised a brow. "What do you think?" I asked curiously. Before he could answer, I closed my eyes and quietly said my grace before picking up and spoon and tasting my food. It wasn't good. Not at all.

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"Yeah, me neither." I shook my head. "I can't wait til we're outta here." I whispered. Who knew when that would be. But the sooner the better. After about a minute or two of walking, we arrived at the cafeteria. Walking through the doors, the smell of oatmeal filled my nose. "Doesn't smell too bad." I tried to say something positive.

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"Loads." I replied, just as sarcastic. I watched as the man walked by each of us, making eye contact as he scanned each of our faces. When I thought he wasn't looking, I rolled my eyes. What was this man about to do with us?

"You!" He yelled, walking towards me. "What was that? Did you roll your eyes, girl?" He was in my face now, yelling as loud as he could. I didn't answer. "Cat got your tongue, little lady!?" He yelled some more.

"Not at all, sir." I replied, looking him right in the eyes. I didn't have time for this. Of all people he had to pick with me. He opened his mouth to say something, but was distracted by someone whispering. Immediately, he turned his head from me and marched to whoever was whispering. Now he was yelling at that guy. Great.
After about five or so minutes of yelling, he sent us to march to the cafeteria.

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Closing the curtain behind me, I unbuttoned my pants and slid them off. Quickly, I replaced my old pants with the new ones that were given to us and button them up. Peeling the curtain back, I walked back to my bed and sat down. I grabbed the black belt given to us and looped it through my belt loops. "Do we just leave our old clothes here or?" I asked, Sam. "Or should we just-"

"Good morning, soldiers!" A man burst through the cabin door, loud and wide awake. "Why aren't you dressed yet!?" His face turned red. "Let's go! Move it!" He yelled. I didn't like this guy. I wanted to say something, but I knew if I did, I might have to run laps or something stupid. So I kept my mouth shut.

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I glanced around the room for a clock, looking at every wall and beside desk in the room. Towards the door, I saw a clock hanging on the wall. "5:30am." I responded to Sam.
"We've never had to get up this early before." I said with a frown. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and took it off, replacing it with the new grey one given to us. I wondered how long we had until we had to leave our cabin and report somewhere. "Is there a bathroom in here?" I asked. One of the soldiers pointed to the end of the room. There was a large curtain I hadn't noticed before. Walking to it, I pulled the curtain back. It revealed three bathroom stalls and three showers, each separated by another curtain. "You've got to be kidding me!?" I shouted, frustrated with the condition of our new camp.

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"I think so." I looked up at Sam. "I guess we have to get up." My voice was groggy and I was extremely tired. Irritated groans and murmers filled the room. No one was expecting this. Glancing around the room, I looked to the edge of my bed to see two uniforms folded perfectly. I stood up and ran a hand through my hair, taking a step or two to the end of my bed and grabbing a uniform. Someone turned on the lights and almost everyone in the room, including me, shouted. I rubbed my eyes, closing them for a bit before they fully got used to the light. "This. Sucks." I mumbled.

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Closing my eyes, I curled up in a ball to try to stay warm for the night. It didn't take long for me to drift off to sleep.

A loud trumpet boomed through speakers that were placed all over the base. Gasping, I sat up in my bed as quickly as possible, my heart racing. "What the-" I squinted, looking around the room to see others jolting out of bed. This was ridiculous. My heart hadn't stopped pounding yet. "Is this seriously how they're going to wake us up every morning?" I threw my legs over the side of the bed and rested my face on my hands.

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"Alright guys! Lights out in five minutes!" I heard a voice shout across the room. I wished we had our new clothes already. I hate to get into the bed with dirty clothes on.
I sighed and took the hair tie from my hair, letting it free after being pinned up for so long. "Well..." I turned to Sam. "Get some rest. Who knows what time we have to get up in the morning." I pulled the blankets back and slid under the cover. "G'night!" I smiled at him before lying on my pillow.