Eijiro Kirishima

                                    

                                          
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   My fingers tightly gripped onto the paper, making it crinkle up on the ends. I was in so much shock that I didn't know there were tears streaming down my face.
                          
Dear, Kirishima Eijiro
                          
You have been recruited into the military, after passing your school's physical test...
                          
   When our school asked us all to take a physical test for the military, I didn't really think much into it. I was even okay with going into the military if I passed. I mean my parents passed their test when they were in highschool. But that all changed when, (the fire nation attacked) I got a letter from the Commander of my parents squad, informing me that they were killed in a bombing attack. Even though I was use to death around me with the war and all, when I found out my parents had died it still shook me to my core.
                          
   As I read and re-read the recruitment letter, I found it harder to breathe. My breaths became short, and my vision became dotted. The room felt so cold as I dropped to my knees. I leand foward, hold my knees as I let out loud sobs. I was absolutely terrified.
                          
   At some point I feel asleep, because the next morning I woke up on the cold floor, in my empty house, still in my school uniform. I had a terrible ache in my back and neck, from the awkward sleeping position I was in. I slowly got up, and ready for what was now my last day of school, before the next six month's of intese training, at boot camp. I combed my red hair, but that was about it, not really caring enough to fix it up, like I usually do. After getting ready for school I head out and lock the door behind me, not knowing if I would ever see my house again after today.
                          
   I quietly walk to school, where I turn in my recruitment paper. This lets the school know that it's my last day there, and that I would continue the rest of my schooling at boot camp. Once I put up my bag and get out my school books, I head to my homeroom. I put on my best fake smile as I sit down by my friends. After a while I see a girl from my class walking in.
                          
   She had pink hair and a yellow headband on, but that is not what I paid attention to. What I paid attention to is, how she walked into the classroom. Yes she has a smile on, but I could tell it is fake, because her whole body shook slightly with the same thing you could see, if you looked hard enough, that filled her yellow eyes. Fear. I knew then that she was also recruited into the military.
                          
   I stood up, causing my friends to look at me weirdly, and walked to the back of class where she sat alone. I moved myself to sit in the desk next to her. She looked over at me with wide eyes, as I got out a scrap piece of paper. You were recruited too, weren't you, I wrote on the slip of paper, and she nodded. Technically, we weren't suppose to talk about the recruitment with others at our school, but I thought since I was almost sure she was, and that she looked so scared, that letting her know I was recruited too might calm both of us down. Which it did, when she gave me a small, real, smile. 
                          
"I'm Kirishima by the way." I tell her, with a smile of my own.
                          
"Ashido, but please can call me Mina." She replies, and we continue to talk to each other class started, and even then we still wrote each other notes durring the lesson.
                          
   After the school day ended, we walked home together, until the road split and we had to go different ways. I sighed while opening the door to my empty and lonely home. I walked upstairs to my room, where I stayed up and packed for boot camp. It was late afternoon, when I finished packing, so I decided to changed into my pajamas and head downstairs where I warmed up leftovers for supper. I flipped through channels as I ate my ramen noodles, landing on the news. 
                          
   As I finished my noodles, it showed images of soliders getting caried away on stretchers, most of them looking like they wouldn't last the night. Then it hit me that one of those injured soliders could be me very soon. I immediately turned off the T.V. trying to get the images out of my head, but I couldn't. I laid down, curled up in a ball, letting the exhaustion take over my body, as tear streamed down my face once again. 
                          
   If only then I knew all the pain that was soon to come. Maybe, just maybe I could've been able to prevent it.
                          
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