"What is this, prison?" she angrily muttered to herself. Last night her and parents has been up all night bickering and it ended with an "I hate you" and the slamming of the door.
   Staring at barbwire above a steel door was not what she needed right now. She needed to be somewhere familiar. Of course she would not enjoy a familiar place but it would be far more comfortable than standing here not knowing what was on the other side of steel walls. She knew the only way to find out was to open the door although she couldn't help but worry and pick at her brain until it was raw trying to think of what would be on the other side. She resisted. Though she didn't tell anyone she felt as though she deserved whatever was on the over there. She remembered her strength had pulled her through tougher situations than this and she found herself casually opening a door.
   Unfortunately, she was not given the chance to see anything other than Ms. Sergeant Nelson on the other side. 
   "I said to meet me at the office at fourteen hundred hours today and it is exactly fifteen thirty, Maggot!" the girl had a feeling that this was her new name and status. "The next time I tell you to be somewhere at a certain time you had better be there on time or can't you read a clock." Sergeant Nelson was like well a sergeant: tough, rugged, and ugly. An attempt in trying to make her lenient might as well be an attempt at cutting diamond with wood. Of course the girl wasn't going to take nothing from nobody and had to strike back.
   "Well, I am pleased to inform you, that I can read a twenty-four our clock but you can't. It's not fifteen-thirty. It's thirteen-twenty-five. I am early. You are the worst sergeant I have ever met. When did you come here, yesterday?" She managed smirked and glare at the same time but only for a moment. Sergeant Nelson paused in shock then responded with a red face full of furry.
   "You filthy, little Maggot, I have been working here for five years. I will break you down, chew you up, spit you out and use you as my own personal toilette paper until you cave!"

   "You are majorly mistaken for you will give in, not me. No, i may not have a loud voice or high status but I have strategies that will make you spill your guts and beg for more." This first confrontation with Sergaent Nelson definitley did not benifit her time at boot camp.  

   From then on her rebelious ways got her into an infinite amount of trouble. If there was chore to do she would be doing it. She was growing weaker and weaker and her superiors began to get more and more irritable.  A month had dragged by with Sergaent Nelson watching her every move.

    She was forced to sweep all of the porches of the 67 cabins  (which were four walls with beds with mattresses made out of uncomfortable springs) for talking back to he Military History teacher Mr. Marchand. When she stopped by Sergaent Nelson's cabin she thought of vandilizing it and demolishing it and even a bulldozer came to mind but something was taped to her door. Funny SHe had never seen it before. I was a flyer.