User blog:Laurel haremaid/fiction/The Story of Laurel Haremaid

"Laurel Rosemary Fiona Haremaid!" Colonel Fernspike said my name so sharply i thought i heard a glass shatter in the mess hall we were ib. i knew he was mad, because i almost never get my full name at this blinking mountain, only when a long reprimand is coming. my friends sitting near me stopped eating, some with their food halfway to their mouths. they were afraid of Colonel Fernspike, his reputation jolly well precedes him. they looked down at their plates, not wanting to meet his eyes. i did, too, but i knew what was coming, wether i looked up at him or not. This time, though, it came worse than usual.

"Young missie, as you bloomin' well know, the Grand Promotion ceremony is coming up. Tommorrow, i believe." his voice had lowered, but it was still a growl. oh dear, i thought, that's what this is about. "Am i not correct, young maid?"

i looked up. not at his face, but somewhere on his tunic. dark blue, with a yellow trim. the tunic he wore when he was not showing off his prized medals and medalions. no, that would be his red one with blue trim.