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    Chapter 1: Leaving
    The train pulled up to the station when my stomach began to churn. My hand slowly wrapped around the cold railing. My breathe kept beat with my walking, but my heart was singing it’s own song. There were so many people that were going to the same place as I was. I sat down at the only empty seat on the front of the train. Amelia was in the exact same place that she was when I stood with her. I could tell she was crying because her face was puffy and she had tears rolling down her cheek. I know I didn’t want to show it, but I was crying too. A whole tornado of sadness rolled over me as cry after cry came out of my trembling mouth. A man that was sitting in front of me patted my shoulder.
    “We’ll make it through.” The man said as a tear escaped his eyes. I felt like such a wimp showing my fear to a man of much older than myself.
    “Thank you.” I said to the man as I wiped at my face. The man nodded to me as I looked back out the window.
    “Amelia? Where’d she go?” I said out loud unintentionally. The man looked at me in confusion.
    “My wife. She’s not there anymore.” I said pointing to the blank spot where Amelia was.
    “Don’t worry, my wife Malaya left too. I think it was to much for them.” the man said looking out the window with me.
    “My names Gabriel, Gabriel Moffat.” the man said shaking my hand.
    “I’m Tristan, Tristan Suthers.” I said shaking his hand again. We smiled at each other for a moment, but looked away. The train began to pull out of the station when I knew that there was no heading back. I was leaving without a trace of who I was or what I did.

    Chapter 2: Camp
    The minute I left the train I knew life would be totally different. Sergeants and Generals were everywhere in sight! I slipped myself into the blend of people walking to my cabin.
    “You all are little maggots! Once you leave here you’ll be so uptight you’ll kill a fly.” A sergeant yelled through a blow horn. I felt my knees buckle. I knew this whole experience would be hell. I walked over to my cabin to start training. I wasn’t going to like this.


    Chapter 3: Runaway
    Two weeks have passed and tonight the whole camp is driving into battle. I’ll never see Amelia again because the gut feeling I have tells me that I will die. I’m not sure when, but I know that if I put myself through that then I won’t be able to live. I began to think as I went into the cafeteria with a look of worry and fret written on my forehead.
    “Tristan! Over here!” a whispered voice said to me. I looked behind me and heard it again. I walked out of the cafeteria and saw Gabriel.
    “Gabriel? Were you the one calling my name?” I asked him.
    “Ya. Tristan I have a plan to get out of here.” Gabriel said as he gave me an intent look. He continued to speak, but my mind trailed off.
    "We're awoling here. If we don't we'll-we'll die. Before the bus leaves tonight we need to have hidden our bags and us." He said. We'd surely get caught walking out of camp with our bags. How does he suppose we do this?
    "We'll get caught! There's no way we'll make it out alive without going to jail. I can't" Gabriel grabbed my mouth before I could finish.
    "You can, and you will tonight with me. We aren't going to die! We both have families and I'm not even trained to do this."
    "Neither am I." I said thinking this through. I nodded in agreement when he asked me if I was in. Tonight, I'd be a free man.
    To Be Continued...