"Why are you committing lewdness in the hidden part of the camp, Orenciana? Salvatore?" Commander Apollo asked us angrily. I'm back here in his office again. I'm fed up with these four corners of rooms. I feel that when I am there in his office, he will hang me instantly."Answer me""Sir, you're thinking wrong. We don't do anything immoral outside the bathroom," I said. How can I tell him the reason without telling Pocholo's secret?"I am the only one who you should punish, Commander. I brought Beau there. She is not guilty. I forced her", Pocholo answered by my side."Pocholo! What are you talking about?!" I glared at him. What is he saying? We signal using our eyes. Based on what I can see, that's the only way he can think of to keep me out of this mess. But I don't want him to be punished. I know Pocholo and I are not doing anything bad. It's just really hard to explain the reason."Beau. I'm sorry if I forced you to take you there. Forgive me please", he bowed as a sign of apolog
I opened my eyes. I looked around. Based on what I see, I am inside the clinic. The place is quiet. I didn't see anyone or a nurse to watch over me."Oh my gee.." my head hurts. Why am I here at the clinic? What happened and did they bring me here? Do I have a serious illness? Or am I no longer qualified as a trainee and I need to go home?I got up suddenly when I remembered what had happened! Commander Apollo would have kissed me! I just passed out because I was so tense at that time. Gosh! I couldn't stand the commander's flirtatiousness. I'm more used to him being grumpy than flirty. Now I have proven the power of the commander's sex appeal to me. My heart beat differently when our lips touched."How are you? How are you feeling?" Commander Apollo asked me.I think I'm delirious and I can hear Commander Apollo's voice inside the clinic. Why is he accompanying me to the clinic, right? I'm just a trainee.I'm still a nobody when I'm inside the camp. When I go out, I am Beau Orenciana
Tears and sweat are mixed all over my face. My feet hurt. I'm tired of running. The heavy downpour, accompanied by thunder and lightning, didn't help either. I had a hard time running. My feet sank into the soft ground. Every step I take is torture. My fancy clothes are in tatters. Its color has also changed. The previous pink color had become brown because of the mud that stuck to my clothes. I hardly recognize myself anymore.'God, please help me' That's what I keep saying in my mind. I never thought that the joyous celebration of my twentieth birthday would lead to me running away from my parents.Why did I end up in this situation?It started when I accidentally overheard my parents' conversation on the balcony of our mansion. According to them, our business has been failing for a long time. The little land we have with the Aguirres is the only thing that sustains us. That's why we can still eat every day and pay the house bills.As a solution to the problem, they took a loan fro
"I want to leave here! Don't you understand what I'm saying? Are you deaf?" I yelled in disgust at an officer in front of me.I really wanted to go to him to let them know that I wanted to leave this training camp. I'm not for this. It's a big joke that I'm here! I don't want to swallow a nail or climb a tree just to be a soldier! Oh my!I cringe just thinking about crawling through mud or shooting human-shaped cardboard boxes. What do I know about that, right? All I know is pampering myself. Shop at the mall for branded clothes. Go to a salon, do make-up. Soak in a milk bath. And order my nannies to do what I want. That's me. Then I come here to a training camp? I? Beau Orenciana? A princess? Wow just wow. I'd really go crazy if I haven't been out here."You're not really going to answer, huh? I said, I want to leave here! I went to the wrong place! I'm not for this. I don't know anything about it!" I screamed. I want to tweak my hair because of the problem I'm in. Is this a dream? W
I'm still in a sad mood as I fix the grave I dug for my precious hair. I'm looking for a good place. After a few minutes,I saw a mango tree near the camp. That's where I decided to bury my hair. I don't care if my hands are dirty from digging. I feel like I'm shocked by what happened when he cut my hair. I was really numb. I never thought this would happen to me. That I will experience it right now. "Stop it. All the trainees have been called to go to their own beds to rest" said a voice from behind me. I didn't look at him. I'm digging while my eyes are still filled with tears. "I know for others it's just a superficial reason why you're crying because they cut your hair. Trust me. I understand you" I frowned. Does he understand my feelings? Is he serious? I faced him. I frowned even more when I saw his appearance. He is a man. His hair is clean and well cut. Typically found in military campsites. "You understand how I feel?" I asked in disbelief. Still can't believe a man can u
"Oh god! Help me! I can't swim!" I shouted while wagging in the water. I didn't know what to move first. Is it my hand or my foot?I never had any interest in learning to swim. Am I going to die here?I'll admit that I'm afraid of the pool or the beach. I don't know if I have had a traumatic experience of that matter since I was a child, because I feel really scared when I see any body of water. For others, they relax by the sea. Not me. I feel like the water will pull me down. It will swallow me whole and I will die instantly. That's what I thought."Help me! Oh my God!" I even waved my hand and leg. A little water starts to enter my mouth when I try to shout or speak.Apart from the panic attack I feel, I am also irritated with the people around me. Because instead of helping me to prevent me from drowning, they just stared at me. I thought soldiers took an oath to save the people? What are they doing to me now? Do they think I'm not a citizen? Am I not human in their eyes? So they'
I tossed and turned in my bed. I can't sleep because I'm not used to my bed not being soft. Their mattress is very thin here. Everyone even sleeps together. The boys' room is separate from the girls'. Each room has a number to which group you belong. And unfortunately. My groupmate is Rhodora. I don't really bother about her, but she is very annoying in my eyes. I don't fight with her, but she looks at me, as if she wants to stab me with a knife because she's so annoyed with me. Oh my! Whatever!Good thing now, Rhodora is not here in the room. I don't know where she went. I am not her mother to watch over her for twenty-four hours.I lay down and looked up. I was even more disappointed because I couldn't see the ceiling but the bottom of the bed. Who made this bedframe? Double deck. I'm under the bed. Am I really that unlucky? I was raised a princess and then this is my only bed in the camp? Apart from the foam being hard, there are still a lot of mosquitoes! And the place is so hot!
I grimaced as Rhodora handed me the glass filled with alcohol. Who doesn't grimace, the cup she hands to me is the same cup that the five of them drank from. They are very unsanitized. Their saliva will mix in the cup and, worse than that, the person who drinks it can be infected with many viruses. It would be okay if Rhodora's companions looked clean, but they didn't, they looked dirty. It's not like they haven't bathed in a week. Or maybe I'm just judgmental. Maybe they bathe, but only once a week. Never mind. Why am I wasting time on their appearance? All I want is to get out of the camp but here I am in this situation where I have to drink from the same cup. How gross is that, right? They use plastic cups. I don't think they clean these cups."Take the glass. Are you going to drink it or will I report you? Come on! My arm is shaking" Rhodora threatened me."Why do you only use one cup? Don't you know proper hygiene? A lot of germs can be obtained from saliva", I hesitantly answere