15 days isolated from the world

Frank was sending a text out of the house when others were tidying up the dorm. The receiver was a girl he never met.

They just chattered online sometimes, with a lot of similar hobbies, like reading, travel and sports. Gradually he liked talking with her everyday. Then when finding they were in the same college, he began to send texts to her whenever he had something to share or complain, just like now.

He stared the small screen of the Nokia, wandering what to say at all.

There’s no doubt that he was very exited at the Boot Camp at first, for the open field far from the urban districts, and something he‘d never experienced. At the same time, he also heard of how bitter the Boot Camp would be. But He was not particular with environment or facilities before. However, when he arrived at the destination, looking around the dorm with dust everywhere, he really did not know what to say. The first thing came to his brain was taking out the cell phone, sending a text to her, though he did not know what to say. At least he was curious about what she would say.

To his surprise, he couldn’t send out a text at all.                                          

After the fifth failure, he gave up with a sign. What did you think of living in the wild without internet, telephone and even message? It was just like be isolated from the modern world outside, he thought. So it was 15 days for him to be isolated from the world, from that mysterious girl!

A guy slipped him a besom with a gesture suggesting him to clean. What could he do about all these things? If you could not reject, try to enjoy it, he thought.

Frank took out a piece of paper testifying his connate heart disease. The doctor advised him to take a sick leave, which he was glad to accept.

Patients could not leave the camp, but have a rest in the small woods beside the yard. Besides, they also needed to do some service work. Take Frank for example, he had to supply a bucket of water.

When trundling the wheelbarrow on the center path through the yard, Frank noticed that the French department that girl in was just opposite theirs. He stopped in front of the girl troop, expecting to identify which one she was. But he had to go before seeing anyone clearly. For he was tall and, if have to say, a little handsome, he would be the focus of the people.

Seated behind trees and gazing the useless cell phone, Frank was a little upset when two girls’ voice came into his ears.

“How can that guy be so scheming? He looks tall and strong, I can’t believe he’ll have any serious disease. When we are so bitter standing under the burning sun, he was so comfortable in the woods with breeze blowing. Oh, it is unfair!”

“Yeah! Though he was handsome, it can’t compensate anything. I only belittle him now!”

“Haha, I just wonder how Liz like of him now. She has a good feeling with him, doesn’t she?”

“I bet she will say,’ Des gouts et des couleurs on ne discute pas.’ ＂（French : everybody choose their own way. ）

When hearing Liz and French, he was sure they were the friends of that mysterious girl. He became upset.

It occurred to him that when he wanted to cut in his roommates’ comments on the boot camp, they always said, “You can’t understand!”  He really couldn’t understand why they thought so.

That evening he asked the doctor about his connate shortcoming. Then he came back to the ground the next morning.

“Are you OK?” The drillmaster asked.

“Yes, Sir !” He answered firmly, expecting to be a true man in front of others, especially Liz.

Soon Frank tasted the bitter. After a half day standing under the burning sun, he had a meal with little meat, standing by the stone table, even without any time to wash his dirty hands. What’s worse, there was no shower at night. All the students had to go to bed with sweat all over the body, and be prepared sacrifice their blood to big mosquitoes. Then on the next morning, the steamed bread which he only swallowed a quarter was as hard as stone. After that they came back to the burning ground. Every minute for him was as long as a year. But he preferred to sustain all of this as others. The faith of being a true man inspired him to persevere. Sometimes he even felt that Liz was looking at him somewhere.

However, after a long time nobody could count, Frank went off in a faint.

He turned to conscience suffering great pain in a white bed. He wanted to call for a doctor, but couldn’t make any sound. Through the misty eyes, he saw many students waiting to see doctors in a queue. A nurse came and bent over to ask gently how he was feeling. But he was gazing behind the nurse, just wheezing.

There was a quiet girl, with long hair and bright smiling eyes, the same as the photo he had watched online.

He suddenly closed his eyes, invoking the god to let one of them disappeared from the infirmary, so as to prevent him from expose his weak in the light.

The nurse slipped a pack of medicine in his pocket, saying on the moment the girl walking by them, “It’s nothing. Take a break and you will be all right.”

He looked up the calendar on the wall.—there were still 10 days left, but nothing for him.

Frank didn’t go back to the excise ground until the end, doing nothing but rest. On the morning he left the boot camp, his cell phone turned fine, which received a text at once. The sender was Liz. She said, “ what about your boot camp? I regret not to attend it with you guys.”

Life always looks like a joke.