Roots

Chapter 8: Shoot

The next morning I wake up bright and early to get ready.

I'm so excited. I've been training my whole life for this.

I put on some black clothes provided for us, going with a tank top and stretchy short.

I head down to breakfast.

I'm the only inishiate there. I get in the line.

There is so much food, so I decide to have one of each kind. By the end my plate holds:

Eggs
Bacon
A chocolate chip pancake
A chocolate chip muffin
Sausage
And more

The only reason I know what those things are called is because of the labels.

I eat by myself.

So, I head to the training room.

Four is here setting up targets.

"You're early," he says to me.

"I know."

"Guns. Knife aim."

To any other person but be they would take this the wrong way, and think that we were doing guns and knife aim today.

But I'm not any other person. It means that for the guns, aim the same way as knives.

We made up these sayings because we could never get our hands on a gun, and shooting it would be extremely loud. So, we made sayings for him to help me when I got to dauntless.

At least he remembers that.

--line break named Jerry---

Soon everyone else pores in the room. Four demonstrates how to shoot a gun.

We line up.

Put our ear plugs in.

And click our bullets into their chambers.

I have the power to kill someone.

And it scares me.

But, I work past the fear and

Shoot

I know, it's extremely bad but I'm writing this at 11:41 pm and I'm tired. Please check out some other OG stories by me. They are all going to be eventual love stories, so this is me. I'm a hopeless romantic in a world of heartless creatures. A.K.A. the kids at my school.