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This Means War

Reaching my bed, I picked up the pile of clothes I had to leave on it earlier and pulled out the picture, stuffing it quickly into my pocket. Folding the dirty clothes up, I left them on the end of my bed, hoping maybe that they came around and did washing or something. "Right, now what. We just wait for more instructions?" I asked Daisy as I sat down on my bed.

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"If it does, I'll let you know." I said walking alongside her as we made our way back to the cabin, ready for our next orders. Hopefully they weren't coming from the previous soldier who enjoyed yelling in everyone's face. As we neared the cabins, I spotted Laura, the girl from yesterday walking with a group of people. She noticed me and raised her hand, producing a peace sign as a sign she saw me. I almost laughed and smiled back at her, wondering what made her do that.

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"Oh, no don't worry about it." I said, glancing down at it as we walked away from our table. "Some girl I met yesterday bandaged it up for me. It basically just needs a clean and it'll be fine. Hardly hurts." I said sending her a smile.

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I rolled my eyes at the voice and dropped my spoon back into my bowl. "I don't need any longer with this bowl of mush." I said, my face full of disgust as I picked up the glass of milk. Drinking it all, I placed it beside the bowl and pushed my chair out. "I guess we'd better get going before the Angry Man comes back to yell at us." I nodded towards the door as I slid my hands into my pockets.

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"This place is terrible. Of course I want to get out of here." I said eagerly leaning towards her. "I just don't know if it's a good idea. I mean, it's not like we're not safe here. Maybe if it was an order, if our whole base were to be leaving. We don't know how far the next base is, but we do have food, clothes and a place to sleep, even if they are absolutely awful. It's better than nothing right? And if we leave... we could have nothing for a lot longer than we plan." I said talking myself out of it. It wasn't a good idea, I knew that. This place was awful but it had what we needed, oatmeal and all.

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Watching her begin to eat again, I readied myself to carry on with my own bowl. With a sigh, I spooned some into my mouth. "You know, there's probably a high percentage we'd get caught, but at this stage, I'd rather try than not." I said taking a sip of milk before eating some more. I didn't want to eat mine either, but after what I'd just said to Daisy, there was no way she'd let me leave my bowl full.

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I looked over my shoulder in case that loud man in charge might be near to pick on someone and heard Daisy, but he wasn't. All I could see was the large number of people, forcing themselves to eat the oatmeal. "It is awful." I commented, looking back down at my bowl. "But if you don't eat this, what will you have? They hardly have anything as it is, we're on rations. It may be revolting but you've got to keep your strength up, I have a feeling we won't want to be staying here any longer than we have too." I said. "Besides, it can't be oatmeal for every meal."

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I shrugged keeping my eyes on them. "If it is that, then it's confusing. I mean, we're on the same side aren't we? Why would we even need to be separated from them in the first place?" Turning back to Daisy, I frowned in confusion before picking up my spoon and digging in hungrily. I immediately regretted that action and spluttered slightly before forcing myself to swallow the mush in my mouth. "Wow, uh, yum..."

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I raised my eyebrows. "At least it's a meal." I said agreeing with her as we moved forwards in the line to take a tray. Picking out what was available, oatmeal and a glass of milk, I then walked to the nearest empty table and sat down on a stiff wooden chair. Looking around the room I saw the tired, half asleep faces of my comrades, along with a massive amount of people in deep navy uniforms. They were exactly the same as ours, just a different colour. "That's weird. Check it out." I said to Daisy as she neared the table, gesturing at the other soldiers. "Why would they give us a different uniform to theirs?"

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I sighed, this man obviously had issues. "Touchy man." I said as we began marching to the cafeteria. "I didn't know such a big man could be so sensitive." Reminded me of my father in a way, I thought and rolled my eyes to myself.