by T. Kay

Created on: April 23, 2008

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This story is about being a leader, making the decisions, letting go of the sacrifices, and in the end really deciding which mission is the one for life. This story is for everyone who aspires to be a leader.

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"He knows what he's doing."
I scoffed at the soothing sentiment and remarked, dryly, "Do we know the same Steven Boycott?"

Sarah flushed and ducked her head, "What do you expect? I'm the optimistic one in the group. I have to be optimistic."
"Being optimistic and being in denial are two different things." I turned and gazed at my best friend, her blonde hair blowing in the wind, "We both know that the boy who you had a crush on all your life is not someone who knows what he's doing."
Her flush merely heightened as she held her hands in front of her.
Sarah Carther had been my best friend since second grade. We were now twenty five and the brother we spoke of had been her lifetime crush and my lifetime pain in the ass.
I loved Steven. I really did, but sometimes I hated to admit that we were from the same gene pool.
He was blonde, reckless, and too brave to boot.
I was dark, cautious, and too smart to boot.
We each had our own weaknesses and I knew that I shared a few with my older brother of two years.
We didn't grow up in the normal high school that everyone had enjoyed. We didn't enjoy the normal life with a family, picket fence, and even a basketball hoop over the garage.
Steven and I had grown up in the backwoods of Millton County, raised by our extremist uncle and crazy aunt, with a river to keep us company.
Sarah lived in a farm nearby and we had met one day at the river. There was a common swimming area. Steven had just thrown me in the water, I reared up to take him down with me, and there she wasstanding across the bank with her hands tucked behind her and a hopeful look in her blue eyes.
Steven flashed his cocky smirk.
I smiled tentatively and we'd been friends ever since, but that changed the last two years when Millton County had been infiltrated with rebels of the local civil war that cursed BaysBorough.
In fact, our entire nation had been under civil warfare for the last five years, but it wasn't until the last two years where locals, frustrated soldiers, and anyone else pissed off enough had started to turn on their neighboring county.
"He's smart, Seren. He'll be fine. I'm sure of it."
But she didn't sound it. She sounded terrified.
Dryly, I said, "You can drop the best friend cheer-upper'

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