Feofil stood , his salute as solid as he could get it. With the Sun pounding down on his face harshly and the sounds of grumbling coming from his lower gut, showing that he was obviously hungry. His head pounded as the Sun intensified in his eyes, irritating and bothering him. As his eyes drifted slightly, past the loud commander that was sizing everyone up, going to the other cadets, he began to feel somewhat insignificant, especially since it'd seem that there was at least a 2 foot height difference between the two people next to him. Growth spurt couldn't come soon enough. He took special notice of the few people that had been barked at, noting them down in his mind for future reference. As well as the one that had been forced to run. At that point he made a huge mental red flag. Hanging around him could only mean bad things,

Feo realized that he was slacking and instantly moved back to the position of attention and tried to look as though he hadn't been distracted.