Henri

*I walk into the military camp, commanders screaming at me for not walking correctly. I comply to everything, afraid of getting beaten until I’m finally let out to lunch. I practically ran to lunch, as much as the commanders allowed me to that is. None of the other soldiers ever bother to look at me..well that’s just rude I think to myself as I go into the line to get whatever is being served. I can’t imagine it’s very good from the smell of it.*