Children Not Soldiers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The morning lessons were over, and now I am back at the canteen for lunch. I can barely walk, and I don't know how many times I've stumbled down on my way there.            I learned that the 500 students were grouped into five and was assigned to different Flexibility trainer. And only half of our class managed to get to the flexibility class right after the five-lap run.           I was about to grab my tray when I saw Ace bullying another kid again. He pushed the kid down on the floor and kicked him on a leg.           "I said get out of the way, didn't I?" he yelled. Some boys approached him.           

Day three, and we're back on the full-scale physical fitness training---another day of pushing ourselves to our limits. The dessert during lunchtime and dinner were chocolate cakes and mocha cake, correspondingly.            I searched for Ace to say sorry. I'd still want us to be friends. And besides, he got angry indeed with a reason. It must've been really my fault.             Laws and Outlaws is that subject wherein lawyers do their best to pass. Our lawyer named Greg said we would study the country and other countries' constitutions and laws. Aside from that, this class will introduce you to the worst criminal minds in the history of mankind.             "Some of them," said Greg. "Are still on th

Minnie was tailing me around, nagging and blabbing about Ace. Everyone knows that he has been bullying whoever sets foot within his visual range for the past few days. And Minnie personally thinks that Ace is up to something worse when he's showing signs of goodness.             "I swear he's giving me the creeps!" Minnie was shaking her head with disgust. "I mean, he's definitely the biggest bully around. Even the teachers don't want him getting into one of his tantrums. He's just evil!            Well, he is.            "But no one can deny that he had been at your side whenever you're in trouble," she blo

You'd think this is one hell of an exciting game, but for someone like me, this is just pure trouble--- a complicated, troublesome worthless task. Who wants to be bait?! I doubt someone out there dreams of being bait. It's like how people throw in meat on a crocodile pen to draw them in.            Damn that jerk! For all it's worth, this is his revenge on me. I still don't get why he's mad at me, but since he's one of those crazy kids, I'll let it pass. He must've lost a screw or something. I picked all the bait-like personalities in the class, or they chose me. And when I say bait-like, you'd probably think wimpy, and you're just half right. I sighed, looking at them. I can't help but feel sorry for ourselves. One of us even sneezed, spreading green matter down his chin.&

"We're up against the enemy's whole vanguard team," I whispered. I felt their stunned gazes digging into my head. "One trap will not be enough to take most of them."            Osprey glowered at me and said. "I don't know how you can affirm that confidently, but what are we going to do?"            I took a stick and started drawing on the land. "We're here," I said and drew a circle. "Here's Kaye's trap." I drew another circle. "And the biggest and nearest enemies around are over here and here."            All of them listened quie