Here's part 2.
Chapter 2???????
I was born in Atlanta Georgia to Andrew and Majel Rawley in a small two bedroom apartment…. No this won’t work I’m gonna bore myself to death like this. It should be a memory like a story or something. I can’t just write a biography about myself. Let me try School. A lot of memories there…….
Wait what was that noise? Ahhhh that grunts back, It doesn’t look like he’s armed though. Can grunts even fight without weapons? Can I even fight without weapons? Well I do feel a little better, I think I can move now. Better take shelter back in the Pelican. If I don’t survive it will at least be a good place to die…… a fitting place to die.
Great now I have good vantage point on the Grunt. What the hell is he doing? Is he just digging a hole? He looks pretty scared. God these idiots are supposed to take over the galaxy. Well in all honesty I don’t think anyone was afraid of these, it’s those Hunters and Elites that are terrifying. I almost feel bad for the Grunt though. He looks so alone. I think I can stand now…. I could just go over and kill him now. I guess I don’t really want to. I must be getting sensitive in my old age.
I’ll let him live him live for now…. Let’s see now where was I?….. Oh yeah that’s right School. Well what happened in school…… Man this is hard. I’ll start in Kindergarten. Good old P.S. 196, I still remember exactly what it looked like a small hideous red brick building. The school was really really old and didn’t have a lot of the modern conveniences that other schools had. I think there might actually have been a projector in one of the rooms.
But what actually happened in Kindergarten. Well I learned to read kinda and I used to beat that kid James’ butt. Man that kid was dumb. Though I guess he was my real first love. He was five years old…. Had one of those stupid bowl cuts things all the kids had back then. He was cute though, pretty tall for his age he used to wear camo pants all the time. Every day he would come to school with one of those idiotic lunch boxes like it was back in the old days. I remember his mother refused to let him eat the replicated food that everyone else had. Everybody would still his lunch and after a while I started to as well. But once I started taking his lunch I didn’t let anybody else do it. From then on I didn’t let anybody take his lunch and in return he would give me half of it. That’s how it was for the rest of the school year. Our relationship didn’t flourish much past that. Though we may have held hands a few times. I wonder what he’s doing nowadays. I hope he still wears camo. He probably looks like a complete dweebinheimer.
Dweebinheimer now that takes me back. Who used to say that…… ah that’s right It was my brother Kirk. Well he wasn’t really my brother but he may as well have been. I remember when we first met back in middle school. He seemed to attract bullying like no one else I have ever known (I guess I am attracted to weaker men) . But he never let it get to him. That’s probably why I liked him so much. He taught me how important it was not to care what other people say. Come to think of it I probably joined up because of him.
I wish I had something better to do then just wait here. You’d think that with all our advanced technology and everything they’d at least have put a ******* television on it. Though I don’t it would get any reception. But the thought would’ve been nice. At the very least fidgeting with it would’ve given me something to do. Nevermind. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh
At least I can move now. Should I try to contact someone?...... No that would probably just be a waste of time. I guess I’ll check on the Grunt.