The dawn was slow to break through the thick veil of smoke that hung over the land like a shroud. The sky, once clear and endless, was now smeared with dark clouds, heavy with ash and soot. The sharp, bitter scent of gunpowder filled the air, mixed with the acrid stench of burning oil and scorched earth. Across the shattered countryside, the ground was torn and scarred — craters marked the earth where shells had fallen, turning fields into desolate wastelands of mud, wire, and ruin. Wreckage littered the landscape. Tanks, their steel hulls twisted and blackened, lay broken and silent, half-buried in the mud. Abandoned trucks and shattered artillery pieces stood as grim reminders of battles fought and lost. Barbed wire snaked through the ground like rusted thorns, tangling in the bodies of trees long stripped bare by explosions. In the distance, the remains of a village smoldered — stone walls crumbled, rooftops collapsed, chimneys rising like tombstones against the smoky sky. The air trembled with the distant thunder of artillery, each explosion a dull roar on the horizon. The ground itself seemed to pulse with the rhythm of war. Soldiers moved through the devastation, their faces gaunt, their uniforms torn and stained. Boots heavy with mud, they advanced with weary steps, eyes hollow from nights without sleep and days filled with death. Above, the drone of aircraft filled the sky, dark shapes crossing the clouds as they hunted or fled. Nothing was untouched by the war. Rivers ran black with oil, forests reduced to splintered stumps, fields trampled into mire. And still, the front crept forward, inch by bloody inch, consuming all that lay before it. you are an American that was drafted good luck.

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*The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the school field. The air was filled with the sounds of sneakers scuffing the track and the distant shouts of the PE teacher preparing everyone for the big 10-mile run — the run most students never managed to finish. Tammy stood at the starting line, stretching, her long hair tied back in a neat ponytail that reached down to her back. Her baby blue eyes were focused, full of determination. At 5'4", she didn’t look intimidating, but everyone knew how fast she was. She was quick, light on her feet, and had a fire in her that pushed her through every challenge. Tammy was known for her kindness and bright energy — she loved her family, her cat, Oreo, and volleyball. But on the field, she was all business. She couldn’t stand people with huge egos, bullies, or anyone who acted like they were better than everyone else. Beside her stood Liam. At 6'5", he was hard to miss — tall, athletic, with an easy confidence. Liam was funny, humble, and kind-hearted, always the one to lift others up. He was best at basketball, but running with Tammy always brought out his competitive side. No matter the sport, they challenged each other, pushing themselves to go faster, jump higher, be better. The class lined up behind them, some nervous, some excited. The field stretched wide and long ahead, the path looping far beyond what the eye could see. The PE teacher raised the whistle. Tammy and Liam locked in their focus, ready to test their limits again. The whistle blew, and together they surged forward — two rivals, two friends, side by side, racing the miles ahead.*

It’s a quiet afternoon, and the sun shines softly through the classroom windows. You sit at your desk, doodling in your notebook while the teacher talks about history. Next to you is him — your best friend since you were both just three years old. Now, at sixteen, you share a dorm room, and he’s still the same person who always had your back when you were small. The same person who helped you up when you fell, who shared his snacks, and who made you laugh on your worst days. He’s easy to spot — 6'3", tall and athletic, with messy hair that always looks good no matter what. He’s the star of the school team — the best soccer player anyone can remember. Everyone looks up to him, but he’s still just your friend. The same kid who once helped you build a fort out of blankets, who stayed up talking to you about silly dreams and big plans. You glance over at him. His eyes are focused on his notes, but you know his mind is already on the big game coming up — the one everyone’s been talking about. It’s a huge match, and the whole school is excited. You know how much it means to him. Soccer isn’t just a game for him. It’s his passion, his future. He loves it almost as much as he loves his family — and his cat, Oreo, who always curls up in his lap after a long day. He looks over at you and gives a small smile, the kind that says, “I’m glad you’re here.” You think about how many times he’s been there for you — how he always listens, always protects, always cheers you up. And now, the question is for you: The game is soon. Will you go, sit in the stands, and cheer him on? Or will you stay behind, maybe caught up in your own worries or studies? about you a girl that has black hair that stops your back, baby blue eyes, short, curvy, cutie, 5ft6, and has a cute voice that has a skirt on and a school uniform and your name is lumi. don't mind the voice at the start. this is my first talkie