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I grew up on the south side of town where people aren't exactly considered good. My father was an abusive drug addict who was barely around, and my mom died when I was three and I haven't even mentioned my ex yet. I got through life one day at a time, sometimes surviving on nothing but a TV dinner. I went to school and did the best I could, but with two jobs to pay for rent, school wasn't exactly my top priority. I sent out college applications just to see what I could get into and maybe even afford one day. I was talking to the guidance councilor when he asked me about the military. I had never thought about it before, and the idea of it scared me, but what else was a girl that people only expected failure from to do? Sergeant John Williams was in charge on my battalion for our twelve week training program. He was rude, mean and extremely attractive. There were times where I thought he didn't like me, but times where I thought the opposite. Coming from a hard life doesn't mean I can't make it better. It just means I have more will to try because if I fail this, I go back to the life that was expected of me. I am not a failure, nor am I weak - I am a marine. ***DISCLAIMER: I am not in the marines and never have been. I do research, but not everything is online and able to be accessed. Some things may be changed for the purpose of the story. Please do not tell me thy something is incorrect unless it is something small that's easy to fix. This is a fictional story. *** Cover designed by: @Homely8
Chapter One: I Have Plans
