Part one Chapter three

Last night I dreamt of my mother. I was dreaming that her and my sister died for me. They knew they had to die for me to survive. My mother sacrificed so much for me, but I was too young and selfish to love her in return. Then I was standing in a field and the dark haired girl approached and tore her clothes off. I barely looked at her, but I admired what she did and how it rebelled against our culture. I woke up at 7:15 and immediately had a coughing fit. I never truly recovered before we had our morning exercise. Towards the end she called to me and commanded me to do better, she then threw in how we cannot touch our toes, but the soldiers are fighting for us. Encouraging.