Sorry I haven't updated for around ten million years, but I've been working on my WoF FanFictions.  I know that that isn't a valid excuse but...  Well, I'm sorry and I will not blame it on anyone or anything...  Until I come up with a believable lie. 

~Zoey

"Split up into groups of five,"  Sara, my new group leader announced to us, "There will be two groups with six, but don't add another person into your group unless I tell you to do so."

Three of the people in my group were easy to chose:  Marcus, Mary, and Ben: My brother and my friends.  But, there was one person left to add to our group.  I saw someone with black hair and pale skin looking around, looking for a group and I went over to them.

"Wanna join our group?" I said, motioning towards my friends.   Ryley was shy, but their smile let me know that they were happy to have been included in a group.

"That group," said another Jr. Leader, pointing at a group with five girls in it.  The Jr. Leaders (leaders that were right below Sara) were choosing their recruits.  When there were ten groups left, Sara decided to take her pick.  

"hmm..." she said, thoughtfully examining us.  She looked at the way we stood: with confidence or wilting beneath her glare.  When she got to our group, Marcus, Mary, Ben and I kept our faces blank and our backs straight, just like we had practiced, and I saw Ryley struggle to follow suit and I could tell that, like most people here, they rarely practiced this pose.  

"I see four of you are well behaved," Sara said, glaring at Ryley's twitching feet, "You'll be good on the field,"  to my surprise, she pointed at us!  "I'll take you, follow me."

She walked toward the closest doorway, gesturing for us to follow.  We followed, knowing that within just a few days, we would be on the battle field.