MATURE FOR VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE, and maybe other things??but I'm not sure yet ?
After being of her horrifying abilities for the thousandth, Sophia Allen's parents considered the Supreme Commander's recommendation and approved of her being sent home...
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My eyes rip open and my body shoots up. I've had this dream nightmare before– multiple times, actually– but I never recalled screaming somebody's name before being dropped into the water again. And even if I called out for somebody, why would I have said Aaron's name?
It's because I miss him. Yeah, that's it. I miss him and that's why I'm calling out for him in my nightmares.
Stupid nightmares.
I push the covers off my body before standing up and stretching. I pick up a dark blue long-sleeve shirt, a pleated black skirt that seems comfier than most skirts, a pair of black, over-the-knee, heeled boots, and my long, black gloves. I silently walk out of the bedroom where the three other girls are sleeping and slowly make my way to the bathrooms. It can't be too early in the morning because I see a few people in white coats walking around the area as I walk down the hallway.
I decide to leave my hair down, remembering how Warner said he likes my hair like this. God, I miss him. I hear footsteps heading towards the bathroom. Juliette opens the door. "There you are!" She exclaims as she hugs me. "I was looking all over for you. You weren't in the room when I woke up."
I smile at her. "I woke up early. Nightmare," I explain and she nods her head.
"Alright," Juliette says, "I'm gonna get ready." She smiles and we hug before I leave the bathroom.
I hear someone call my name as I make my way down the hallway. I turn around to see who it is. A man with light blond, almost-white hair and light blue eyes is standing there with a smile.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I ask him politely.
"Right," his British accented voice responds, "I'm Brendan." He tells me. Brendan extends a hand out for me to shake, but I just stare at it. Stare at him. Stare back at his hand. Stare back at him. "Oh, sorry. I forgot," he says shyly as he pulls his hand back.
I laugh softly, "No worries. It's nice to meet you, Brendan." I smile at him.
"You as well. I'm sorry I got to you late," he gestures his hand to my outfit, "seeing as you are already dressed for the day. But Castle informed us that we will be going off-grounds for a 'mission' and requested that I bring you this to wear."
"Oh, thank you," I say as I notice the neatly-folded clothes in his hand.
"Here you are," he says as he walks towards me and places the clothes in my hand.
"Thank you again, Brendan."
"No problem at all. It was nice meeting you. I hope we can get to know each other better soon." I smile at Brendan and nod before making my way back to the bathroom.
