I walk into the cafeteria for lunch the next day with a paranoid itch at the back
of my neck.
Why is everyone staring at me?
Once we finished our morning training, I ran back to the barracks to change.
Unlike everyone else, I ended up getting oil in places you'd never think
possible. Even though we aren't allowed by actual ships this early in our
training (not to mention we're having to train at the army base), we still need to
know how to run one and the manual for this place is law. Yes, I put oil in a
deflated balloon. Yes, I filled it too much. Yes, it exploded on me.
This mistake must be the reason every group at every table points not so
subtly to me and whispers to the person next to them. A few guys even laugh,
but it doesn't bother me as much as Lidia's smile.
Smirk
