Rebel

Part 1

I lay awake at night. All I hear is the booming on the streets. The roaring of the people, the big trucks honking at people over and over. The guards shooting anybody who got in their way. War is a scary thing. You go by each day wondering if you'll be next to be taken away from your home and family. People fighting, people captured because they are an enemy, they could somehow overthrow the plans the government has in store, but worst of all, people dying. The government has completely taken over our country, it's the people versus the government, and right now.. the government is definitely winning.

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        Beep, beep, beep. I look at my alarm clock, it's 6:30 in the morning, and I haven't had a wink of sleep. I slowly sit up in my bed, and rub my eyes. I'm exhausted. It felt like weeks, maybe even months since the last time I had a good nights rest. I got up out of my bed, and walked over to my closet, I quickly put on some jogging pants and a big sweater. I put my long blonde hair into a braid going down the side of my chest. I look up into the mirror, and my eyes are bloodshot. I quickly look away, and grab my school bag.

        "Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling this morning?" my mom says as I walk down the stairs into the kitchen. She's making pancakes, just like she does every Monday morning.

        "How good could you be when you've been hearing people get shot and killed all night." I say back in a harsh tone. My mom looks at me with horrified eyes.

        "Don't you dare say anything about that. If someone finds out you've been saying things -" I cut her off before she could say anything else.

        "Sorry, won't say it again," I roll my eyes and get up out of my seat. "I'll skip breakfast this morning, not hungry. I'll see you after school mom. Love you." I walk out of the door before she could say anything else.

        As I walk to school, I keep my head down. The guards won't notice you, if you do that. A little trick you learn once you've been living in a country full of panic for two years. I walk up the steps of my high school, and as I go inside a guard is standing at the door, he looks at me closely.

        "Name?" he demands.

        "Alexis Morganti." I told him.

        "Age?"

        "Seventeen." He looks at me more closely. I look around and he isn't stopping anyone else who is going through the door. I begin to get worried. "Class starts in five minutes, and I still have to go to my locker. Am I free to go?" he doesn't say anything for several seconds, then nods and lets me through. I walk quickly in hopes he doesn't stop me again.

        The day goes by slow, each class I have is way too easy for me. Unfortunately, there's no higher level than academic. My mother always told me I was smart and that my brain works in different ways, but I never really realized it until I got to High School. I watch people struggle with their work, as I finish in less than fifteen minutes every day. My mother says I have to be careful, because the government doesn't like smart people. They're afraid we can find a plan to overpower them, which with the right amount of people and brains, could easily be done.

I'm finally in my last class, and I sit next to my friend Rachel. She looks at me with sad eyes, and I look at her with a questioning look on my face.

"What is it Rachel?" I ask nervously.

"You didn't hear what happened last night?" I shake my head.