The Warrior Teenager

Warrior Teenager

"Calling time ended." A voice of perhaps a women of some sort ringed in my ears, shooting me backwards. I out the phone back on the hook, and trudged out of my tent. You see, teen-aged warriors get the privelige of getting to call their housefolk or their other parts of their life. I groaned as I crossed the cold air to the tent I slept in. I groaned even louder when I collapsed on my sleeping bag neighbor, Jeff. "I'm not your sleeping bag," he teased. I rolled away from this and crashed, but as soon as my sleep started it ended. I heard crunching maple leaves and whispers in the wind and then, a lock of golden hair whipped into the tent. "Ghost!" I cried, making everybody sit up straight. The air outside the tent rumbled. "Don't be silly." A girl with red curly hair that was spread about her hair like a fan, a clear bedhead, glared up intently at me. "It's Snow!" Snow poked her head through the entrance again, taking a piece of cherry-colored tent fabric in one hand, then releasing it suddenly that it hit Jeff. "Samantha...," she glared as she talked. Samantha was the youngest in the Jr. Warrior tribe, at the age of... four. It goes up to ten or even seven sometimes. My younger sister, Alia, was eleven and in the training warriors tribe. She was at the other side of camp. I crashed when Snow picked up Samantha and brought her back to the correct tent, but Snow returned like a lightning bolt. "Wake up!" she cried. It echoed across the tent, sending a cute guy to my left to sit up and cry out, "Demons! Run, dudes and dudettes! Run! Run like the devil is upon y-" Snow glared at him, and his jaw snapped closed. "Now go. Go. GO!!" All the teenagers scrambled to get to their suitcases and unpack them. Jeff pulled on his checkered T-shirt and I watched with pride as the girl to Jeff's right pulled on a blouse. I pulled on a sweater, and a jean jacket over that. I plopped in pearl earrings but couldn't find my bra. I finally found it under my suitcase and plopped it on before anyone could see.

Then I went outside.

"In case any of you are choking.." Snow was saying as I returned, "Here is the Hemlock Maneuver." She paused. "Anyone?" I raised my frost-bitten fingers. "And?" Some boy's hands went up quickly, including Jeff's. I hope she didn't pick him. "Drew?" "Andrew," corrected a British accented voice. Andrew drew his arms over my neck and pulled, my throat lurching out and turning pink. Some people laughed, and others, that appreciated me, glared instantly at Andrew. Andrew immediately jumped away from me when my face grew reddish and i was perfectly ready to lunge for his throat. I gagged. Soon, though, everyone soon retreated to a little table, and bit into PB&J sandwiches. The wind still howled, and trees still blew off their leaves. I shivered as night dawned over me. That was my dinner. A sudden jerk of my arm and I let go of my PB&J sandwich, and that flew to the ground and for once I didn't care.