[Tord POV]
I was before I was seen by a couple of people. They kept asking if I was OK. And I told them I was fine, even though I was not. Then a boy, probably a year younger than me, asked if I was OK. I was annoyed because of hearing that a lot but I decided to give a honest answer. "No, I am not OK." I say. "What happened?" The kid asked. "Long story." "Well if you don't wanna talk about it I won't pester you." The boy touched my shoulder, causing me to wince but after a few seconds my shoulder stopped hurting. "Wha?" I mutter, before the kid interrupted me. "Well there you go, if you don't mind I'm off to the army registration station. Oh! And my name is Tom." Tom says. Wait...the army? "Hey Tom! Wait up!" I shout. "What's wrong?" "I'm going there too, I guess we can go (a/n:out) together." "Sure why not?" We walked towards the army registration station.
[with Paul and Pat]
Paul & Patryk were walking down the street like normal people, when Patryk decided he wanted ice cream. "Seriuosly?" Paul complains. "Yes seriously, is it bad for me to want ice cream?" Patryk says. "When we're doing something, yes! It is." "FINE!Din slik gretten bjørn (your such a grump bear)." "What did you just say?" Paul glares at Patryk. "I said, I just wanted some ice cream." Patryk lies. "Whatever, idiot." Paul says while walking. Patryk kept going but after a while he saw two kids at an ice cream stand. "Aww come on!" "FINE! If it means that much, let's get some ice cream!"
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The Red Army
FanfictionRed Team Story Tord was a small child, when he joined the Red Army. His parents, Paulter and Patriot, were killed when Tord was only 7 by the Blue Navy. So he decided to join the Red Army to avenge their deaths. Tom who, at the age of 6, wanted to j...
