And you yelled at me for having cliffhangers. Hypocrite. [You wanna go? That’s what I

thought]. Sorry about that ending. My sister has a special talent for the drama in our lives

whether it is big or small [That wasn’t a compliment!] Here is what happened that caused my

sister to violently end the story. A grenade was thrown in my direction and I had to duck and roll

away from it. As I rolled away I could hear the sounds of frantic battle. It sounded kind of like

all of those tapes I hear about one of the worst wars ever. What was it called? The Afghan war?

Anyways I rolled, and then I was shot and proceeded to express some very violent feelings. I

was shot in the thigh, and then just as I was thinking life couldn’t get any worse I remembered

“And you yelled at me for being a hypocrite! You just yelled at me for yakkin’ too much

and not working! Now who is talking and not working?” my sister, Audrey yells through my

Force scanner, a kind of communication system for the people who participate in the battles and

“I was explaining something! Although, you were too sooo… yeah. Touché?” I ask.

“Fine,” Audrey replied grumpily. “Do you really want to tell them that?”

“Yeah. Do I have any reason not to?”

“I just think that you should not tell these people everything in your life. I mean I have

already told them about your traumatophobia.” (a fear of war for those at home without a

“AGAINST MY BETTER WISHES!!!!”

“Ow. One second. You just burst my eardrum and headset.” (Jackson!! New headset and

“Fine I will not, not tell them,” I said hoping to sneak it past her. It won’t get past her.

“You were trying to sneak that past me weren’t you?” Audrey said with a sigh. See told

you that it would not get past her. “I did not say that you couldn’t tell them I just said that I think

“Then why are we having this argument?” I asked, confused.

“To be honest, I really do not know.”

Back to the actual story. I was thinking that life could not get any worse and then I

remembered my Multiple Sclerosis. My particular form of it is called Relapsing-Remitting MS.

Fever and stress usually causes an episode. Gunshot wounds give me a fever, and they cause me

Audrey

“Starlin? STARLIN?!” %*#@. He must be down. I will have to call in support troops to

make sure that he is all right. Let’s check the vitals…crap. Let’s see if any Star Potter

Gamesmen are around because they are the only ones who will know to and how to perform the

spell that will revive him and allow him to get back into the thick of the battle. Any LRRPers?

(Long Range Reconnaissance Patrollers) They will know how to do it. If nobody else is around

then that means… I will have to step in. Rocket powered wheelchair here I come.