Sandra

Never did I think that I, Sandra Parker would even have a chance in the war. Neither did I think I could fake my way in either.

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2. The choice is yours

As I walked around New York, I noticed how many signs were posted everywhere. I want you here, join the army, blah, blah, blah. I could always picture myself in one of those dazzling uniforms, marching my way to battle for my country. But, I always knew those dreams were too good to be true. Just like me getting a husband... too good to be true. 

Tears welled up in my eyes. I ran home dodging the pain in my chest. 

As soon as I barged through the door, my mother stopped me right there. 

"Sandra, honey, where have you been all this time?" She nagged. "We've been worried sick. John almost went out looking for you. "

"I didn't think he cared that much." I muttered under my breath. 

John was my older brother. I was always in the shadow of him. Anything I did, he always seemed to do much better. Now, he was in the U.S. army. Next, he'll most likely be president for all I care. 

My mother then whisked me to dinner. 

All through the meal, John talked about the army training camp, how much everyone loved him there, and how he got a record on how many push-ups he can do. I couldn't listen to this gloating any longer. 

I slammed down my fork. "I won't let you go."

"Sandra!" John screamed.  "What's gotten into you?"

"I-I-I don't know." My eyes teared up. I ran up to my room and slammed the door. 

I had to think of a plan. I just had to.

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