"Hey Josh! What's up?" I shout to the short kid sitting at the other side of the table, face down in a book.
"Not much, just surviving I guess." He said as he got up and walked over to me. "How have you been?"
"I've been fine, but I haven't talked to you in a while, where have you been?"
"Oh come on! Like you don't know!" he said looking me in the eyes with anger. "You did write the hell I went through!"
A small smile started on my face, but it was quickly cut short by the fire burning in his green eyes. "Man, come on! It makes a good story! Plus It was all fake!"
"To you, maybe! But I experienced it all!" he shot back, in a fit of rage. "I killed whoever, and I had no choice! You made me do it!"
"Ok, ok!, I'll write in some good times too! Jeez! Give me a brake, man!"
Character from one of my War stories. He is only 15, and his country is invaded and he is forced to fight and kill. He whole world turns upside down as he fights the enemy.