Freaks

4- The World & Its People

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Everyone expects better for this world, they want better. But it still always stays the same, no matter what you say or do there will always be people separated and against each other. All the countries, all the colors, all of the world.

So, here in Brookings, this age of teenagers get bored easily. They like that adrenaline or they like the attention, the feverish rush of lightning going through them every second, or the pupils burning on their skin anywhere they walk. Otherwise, they begin to feel like wild animals trapped in a cage, stuck in a sinking prison that we call earth.

The world of technology is dramatic. Sure, it has its good qualities, it helps kids learn in school and allows families far apart to communicate through a screen. But behind that screen can be much worse, more bad people disrupting more lives. Making our world as it is, as it will always be.

As for the teenagers, even though they were practically raised by technology—know their ways around it like geeks—there's no stopping everyone from labeling them as the ones who surround their lives with it. It's true, but it's not their fault, it's not a fault in itself. It was given to them and now everyone blames them for having it. Maybe a small majority would like face-to-face or just voice-to-voice, or maybe they want what any kid would want, a life without shame.

Katie Hollick would be considered one who labels, but she's just as bad, if anything, worse than them.

She comes barging into Harper's room, plying open the door, "Harper. What is this?" She says sheepishly as she points to a bright screen that blinds her eyes. Harper grumbles annoyingly as she rubs her eyes and Katie just continues to shove it to her face, "See? It just randomly popped up on the screen."

Harper snatches it and bats her eyes until she can see a little loading circle and words that are too small for her foggy vision. She taps it lazily, but nothing happens. Then she taps the words, nothing. She clicks the side button and still nothing.

"Ask Kenan," Harper mutters and hands it back to Katie.

Katie sighs and peels out of her room and across the hallway to Kenan's. She wakes him up from his deep sleep as well. He bickers at her a little, not even trying to look at her phone. Eventually, she tries to bargain him enough to make him get up and storm to the bathroom.

Katie stands unphased, tapping her phone continuously, "Harp, is it broken?" She asks with her lips turned down, walking back into her room.

"Probably," Harper replies, still rubbing her eyes and stretching her legs.

Katie purses her lip, "Why don't you go with me to the phone store then?"

Harper scoffs, "Why do I have to go?"

"Because you can explain it better. Let's go."

She twitches her hands away from her face, "What?! Now?! It's Sunday!"

Katie nods her head carelessly to her dramatized face, "Yes, now. It's already noon." She turns on her heel, "Get ready."

Harper groans and slaps her hands back over her face. It's times like these that I wish I had a job to go to.

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