When I reached camp in the morning, I was feeling so distraught. I was unhappy. I was nervous. I was afraid.
I was afraid the trainings might be too tough for me. I was afraid I couldn't click with my bunk mates. I was afraid I couldn't pass the tests. I was afraid of almost everything.
I had to calm myself down.
Calm down, Issac.
Calm down, Issac.
These words just kept replaying in my mind.
We had weapons' training and unfortunately I was arrowed to take the test. Did I pass the test?
That's another story to tell.
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