Faith (Based on Call of Duty: Ghosts)

Chapter 1- A Change in Fate

October 15, 1994

Walking along the bar of my bunk bed, I tapped my nails on it loudly. The sounds of chaos and movement sounded outside the hallways from my room. My heart jumped at the fact that maybe he would live, but reality blocked my thoughts.

"He's not gonna live, Katie," my mind said, "A bullet to the chest and a knife in the knee? Hell. No."

"Katie?" a doctor came in from the door of my room.

"Is he alright? Is he gonna make it?" I sounded like a child.

"I'm sorry, but he has lost too much blood. There's nothing we can do for him," the doctor made tears fill my eyes.

Pain went through me like a forest fire. My chest felt like it was going to explode and my tears stung from the saltiness. I started becoming dizzy.

My husband was dead and it was because of me. And what was I going to tell our daughter?

Present Day: September 3, 2014

"Today, we're going to be working on our project for the Five Pillars of Faith," my social studies mentor's words were a blur just going in through one side of my head and out the other. "Kenneth," my teacher looked to the "cutest boy in high school" as the high schoolers called him, "if you could work with Hailey out in the Commons, that would be nice. She'll show you what to do."

Kenneth's blue eyes glanced at me and then went back to the window. We both hated each other, but we didn't say anything as we left the classroom. I had to admit that Kenneth was kinda cute, but way to young for me. The way his eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them was....tantalizing.

But I couldn't think that way.

In a few months I would be out of this hellhole-of-a-school. Ever since my father had died, I had wanted to serve in the military- the partially-secret corporation Ghosts being my target mostly.

"Here's your papers you need to fill out," I snapped myself away from my thoughts, shuffling the hole-punched papers quickly with my fingers. "Use the textbook to help you."

My voice was rough like sand paper and I tried to not wince. Why did I hate him so much? He had done nothing to me. I guess it was just a feeling I had. Sometimes I just got those with people.

"Why-"

"Attention," the principal suddenly came into the microphone throughout the school and interrupted him. "The school is under attack, I repeat the school is under attack!"

An echoing gun shot stopped him from saying anything more. It first was heard through the microphone and then the hallways. Screams and shouts of surprise were starting to bubble from every classroom. Not a second after the cut-off microphone the alarms went off.

Kenneth widened his eyes and then looked at me. Mr. Cool Tough Guy was not so tough and cool now, huh? I laughed at my own mental comment and then stopped. Kenneth was just a young boy, younger than me by quite a few years. He had a right to be scared.

An eardrum-bursting shot jumped me out of my thoughts. I scrambled away from the table and cowered, Kenneth moving to do the same. Right in front of me, Kenneth's head was shot. I let out a cry of anger and surprise.

Getting up and turning, I looked an attacker right in the eyes.

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Honestly I don't think I started this out good. It's also really short. :/

Don't forget to comment and I'll try to stay away from a lot of notes/stuff.

~MS~