"Drop down and give me twenty! You worthless maggot!" yelled Chets father.

[color=lime]"Sir yes sir!"[/color] Chet yelled in response. 

It was yet another daily drill. Everyday, at the crack of dawn, Chet was ordered to wake up and run twenty miles before breakfast. His father always followed him like a crazed stalker during these runs. This was to ensure that Chet neither snuck off nor slacked off, not even for a second. And if that wasn't bad enough, there was the dreaded battery of drills at the end of his run. It starts off with fifty push-ups followed by a hundred crunches and two hundred burpies then finally, fifty chin-ups. Such a grueling daily morning regimen was hell on Chet but there was no other choice but to obey. For you see, Chets father was a gruff and stern military man of a respectable rank. A true American hardass, he took no sass from anybody and demanded the very best at all times. Of course there were instances when Chet tried to rebel, many in fact. The thing was though, that Chets father, despite his age, was still a very fit and strong man himself. His years in the military have drilled into him the finer points of hand-to-hand combat. And so if Chet ever acted up, his father would put him into a headlock then force him to do twenty push-ups. Which is exactly what happened.

"What is your major malfunction soldier!" yelled Chets father.

[color=lime]"Being a stupid kid! Growing up and uhh stuff sir!"[/color] Chet yelled back back.

"You think I was born yesterday you worthless maggot!? Drop down and give me another twenty!" 

[color=lime]"Sir yes sir!"[/color] 

And so right as Chet finished his twenty push-up penalty, he was forced to do yet another twenty. Chet was beyond agonized by such a request yet he dare not let it show on his face, lest he incurred even more wrath than he already has. His arms, shoulders, and chest burned and strained to their limits just when he reached his fifth rep. Half-way trough his sixth rep, Chet collapsed onto his families front lawn. He panted heavily as large globs of sweat ran down into his eyes from his hair. This was too much, Chet thought to himself. This crazy old man is trying to kill me.

"Get back up you candy ass piece of trash! And give me my twenty!" yelled Chets father.

[color=lime]"Yes sir."[/color] answered Chat in a defeated tone.

"What was that you piece of crap!?" demanded Chets father.

[color=lime]"I said sir yes sir!"[/color] yelled Chet, much more loudly this time around.

"That's better! I'm going to make you into a fine soldier yet! No more prancing around with those homosexual little boyfriends of yours! Come hell or high water, I'm going to turn you into a real man!" declared Chets father.

[color=lime]"Yes colonel, thank you colonel!"[/color] yelled Chet at the end of his tenth rep.

Yeah right, Chet thought bitterly to himself. If he kept this insanity up any longer, he wouldn't live long enough to be a man, let alone a so-called "real man". It was the colonels plan for Chet to join the military as soon as he finished high school. Such a plan though, didn't suit Chat at all. He was a rebel and a leader at heart. What he needed was to be free to choose his own destiny, or so believed. But until he graduated high school, he decided that he just had to endure the old mans insanity. By then he would hopefully have enough money to move out of town and open a garage in LA. If all went to plan that was. 
  
And so Chet struggled to finish his new set of twenty push-ups, though he got there in the end. Chet was then promptly dismissed so he could get himself some breakfast and get ready for school. He knew not how nor why but for some reason, Chet felt more determined than he ever felt before.