3. Volunteering for the fight
I had always wanted to be a soldier. Not because of the killing, but because I wanted to fight for other peoples' freedom. I dashed indoors in order to have my name on the list first. However, when I arrived inside the volunteer centre, there was about 50 men, all muscular, mean looking and taller than me. I felt insignificant and smaller than ever before, but I stepped into the line and kept quiet.
As more of the men disappeared, I began to become more and more noticed, until finally, one of the men spotted me, and with a face like thunder, turned around and jeered at me "'Ay up tiny. Why are you 'ere then, volunteering for maid work?" And all the other men laughed at me, making me feel even more insignificant than before. I kept quiet of course, if I came back with a bad comeback, he'd probably punch me in the gut. If I came back with a good comeback, he'd probably punch me in the gut. It was a lose-lose situation really.
So when I finally got up to the desk, after what seemed like hours of waiting, I put my name down and walked out, pride filling my boots. I could already tell it was going to be good.