CHAPTER 1- Trick's Perspective.


The whistle blew. "Everyone UP" a loud weedy voice yelled. I groaned as I got up and started, ever so slowly to make my bed before the general came. I could hear him yelling through the thin wall. "IF YA CAN'T DO WHAT YA TOLD. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YA DOING HERE!" I shuddered. But it isn't like I haven't been yelled at by him before. He knew me, I've got to say and gave me the name Trick. Looks like it stuck.

The door shuddered open, most jumped, but not me. I just rolled my eyes. A tall thin weed like man walked into our dorm. "Trick, Mcnaul, Ivy." He barked at us in his annoying reedy voice. We all looked in his direction, I didn't stop what I was doing. "Sir" We all answered casually. "Go get dressed and go eat." He muttered as he slammed the door like a little boy who hadn't got his way. Ivy laughed. I rolled my eyes as I turned away from her to get changed.

Ivy sat with me as, I mean we, we ate our breakfast. Her red hair was placed tightly in a bun at the nape of her neck, her aviators covered her magnificent red eyes She watched me closely I think, I couldn't tell from outside the aviators. She kicked me hard in the shin. "What was that for?" I asked incredulously. "You know." She huffed as she went to finish her small croissant . I narrowed my eyes as someone ran a hand though my hair. "Oi!" I muttered. "Hands off Mcnaul, you're sticky fingers would infect it." He punched me in the shoulder. "No need to be defensive." He laughed. Ivy rolled her eyes. "Get a room." I grinned as Mcnaul sat down.

The day passed rather quickly. Morning fitness passed into midday lunch, midday passed into evening. I ducked into my room, no-one was there, as I had expected, they were eating their dinner. I was to tired to do that. I jumped awkwardly onto my bed, the things still on it went flying. I winced as I realised that there were no springs inside the thin mattress. "Shit!" I yelled out in pain. I stared up at the ceiling, thinking for once in my life.  

CHAPTER 2- Ivy's perspective

I'm the only girl here, I am. It's not like I care or anything, but it gets damn right boring here. Sharing a dorm with 2 guys isn't easy either. Especially when they like to peek when you're getting changed.

My red eyes blinked open as the whistle blew loudly. The general was yelling loudly once again. We all groaned collectively as we got out of bed. I eyed trick to see if he was awake. He was, what a miracle. I bit my lip as I tried not to laugh at Trick, who was failing miserably at making his bed. "EEP!" I jumped in surprise as the general started yelling at someone next door. "Poor fella" I muttered.

After the yelling had subsided and I had finish making mine, and remaking Tricks, the door opened. "The general" who I though looked NOTHING! like one, looked into our room to inspect it. "Sir!" We all muttered. "YOU!" He yelled at trick. " Go get dressed and go and eat." He muttered. He slammed the door behind himself. I giggled into my hand. Trick rolled his eyes at me and turned away from me to get changed, I did the same. I turned around to check if he was being a pervert, and yes he was. I put the finger to him and turned away once again, I heard the door slam behind him.

It was breakfast. I stooped down to get a tray, when someone wolf-whistled at me. "Who did that?" I asked stiffly. My uncovered eyes made me look menacing. "I didn't think so." I trudged off and dumped myself next to Trick. I automatically flicked my hand up to put my aviators over my eyes.  I kicked him. "That." I hissed. " Was for taking a look see while i-..." I stopped midsentence. Mcnaul the fucking priss he was was running his hand though Tricks hair. "Get a room." I muttered.

The day passed slowly for me, hours seemed like days. But now, thank god, it was dinner, a time to relax. Trick wasn't there, where was he?