Your life as a book, YOUR story Options

[Corianboi]

If I wrote parts of my life into a book this is how it would turn out...so after reading...or not reading, turn a normal event into a story...

July 25th, 2004.....Evening time

....a hail of machine gun fire, then an explosion. I watched blankly, completely immersed by the little war that was being waged on my TV...little mechs littered the virtual map and destroyed each other, it was a video game and I was god...yes, this is how I planned to spend the rest of my evening. No matter how deeply into the void I appeared to be, I was soon pulled out of my "commander's seat" as something else had stolen my attention...a visitor. Not just anyone however, this person was my squad leader, Sergeant Link...

Name: Gene Link
Age: Mid 20's
Army Rank: E-5, Sergeant
Ethnic Background: Caucasian
MOS: 39B, EETF NCOIC
Eaggon's Classification: Self serving, loser-a-hole

that was what he liked to be called. As he entered, I quickly overlooked the fact that he never knocks before entering my room...this is one of many actions which lead me to believe that he is overrated...not sergeant material at all, but that's besides the point. He inquires about my new work schedule...I tell him what went down, he leaves...I think about what just occurred and I reasonably deduct that he had nothing better to do than come and "Check up" on me...I guess trying to meet more girls in Korea on yahoo wasn’t working out for him. (But then again with a face like his I don’t blame the girls...so why was it he had a webcam again?) No sooner than I am left in peace to go back to being supreme commander...in walks Salazar...

Name: Misty Salazar
Age: Early 20's
Army Rank: E-3, Private First Class
Ethnic Background: Hispanic
MOS: 39B, Currently working in the mail room.
Eaggon's Classification: Fake, hypocritical, lying ass, ho-bitch

the bitch of all bitches. She enters bringing along with her my psychology book, that I had wanted returned two weeks ago, and that fake smile that I despised...I wanted to rip it off her face...

"It's about f**kin' time" I said, keeping my attention on the TV screen...

"Blah blah blah" was what she might as well said, because quite frankly I didn’t give a shit what kind of excuse she had...but of course I kept these thoughts to myself, I was not in the mood to turn my room into a battleground where mouths were used as weapons. It had happened once and the end result last time? A crying Salazar that was calling me an a-hole as she left my room. I smiled at the thought.