The Difference

Chapter Two A brief Lesson

I stand there in awe, what I see is something I never thought that I would see in my life time. In front of me is a body strung up on one of the lamp posts in the street and this person didn't die on purpose this person was hung, but what bothers me the most is the words written in his blood You will try to control us, keep trying . I have to get out of here I think, the Leaders will be here any minute and the people in this crowd will the ones who will be held responsible for this. I manage slip out of the crowd without being elbowed too badly. I start to walk down the street that leads to my school. As I walk I look at all the ruins. All these buildings must of been beautiful. My thoughts are broken apart when I see four men dressed in black run past me. The conservatric I think, they are the ones who take you to the place where nobody knows where it is, we normally call that ordinaria carcere. The conservatrics always wear black that is how you know the difference between us we wear white they wear black. I watch the The conservatrics run down the street where the man was hung. Peace is only going to be kept out of fear I think. I hear screams in the distance and I try to tune them out but it is hard not to. Their voice rattles inside of me. It echoes through my body and sends a cold feeling up my spine. I almost turn back around but my mind tells me that it is a bad idea to, but my heart says go back can't you hear their helpless pleads. I hope that they will be left alone but I already know what is going to happen to them they will be sent to the ordinaria carcere. No one truly knows what it is, I have herd rumors about it. Some say that they treat the people as slaves. Others say that they do tests on their brain and the worst rumor that I have herd is that they put you in a-coma. Where you can hear and see everything but can't do anything. The thought of that makes me walk down the street faster. I hear the screams in the distance. I turn back around and catch a glimpse of the men and women being hauled off to ordinaria carcere.

I open the door to school room. Everybody stares at me. I look at the teacher and smile my most convincing smile at her.

"Your a hour late halyn." Mrs. Figg tells me.

"I am very sorry I got caught up in the morning traffic it won't happen again."I say then I take my seat down at one of the desks. Man I can't stand her. Out of everybody in the class she always picks on me and me only.

"Today class we are going to learn about our past History." she pauses then resumes talking " World War Three the worst War ever in History." I tune out what she says because I already know about World War Three.

From what I remember my father said the War began on April 1st, 2045 and ended November 8th, 2065 . It all started with America being bombed. On May 28th, 2043 Iran one of Americas greatest enemies at the time bombed Mount Rushmore and the Statue of Liberty not only destroying it but killing 6,219 people . America in respose to the terrorist attack sent a nuclear bomb to Iran. It killed 209,000 people and left 1/6 of the population injured. Russia and North Korea close allies to Iran did not like this attack on Iran. Russia threatened to Bomb America. The Philippines and Australia stood by the United States side and declared that if Russia or North Korea sent a single bomb to the U.S they would send a dosen more to wipe out Moscow the Capital of Russia. That is when the war should of ended but North Korea made that mistake and considered Australia's response as a challenge. North Korea didn't send a bomb to the U.S, instead it was sent to Great Britain. Great Britain shocked entered the war, later France entered the war on allied with the US and then many others. The Third World War had started. I spring back awake from my daydream when I hear Mrs.Figg

"Halyn I advise you to focus." The Figg says

"Yes mam." I say she turns around and I roll my eyes. I know more than she ever will and she wants me to pay attention to her. The system I just can't stand it being the same is a bad thing not a good and if we don't open our eyes now well theres not going to be a chance when we can in the future. I think about what I saw this morning, it sounds like more people agree with opinions similar to mine. My father said there was going to be change is this it?

Later in the day the sound of the afternoon bell dismisses our class along with everybody else. I step outside of the fairly small building and hop into the rushing crowd. I walk a few blocks then hop out of the crowd and take a smaller path to bypass the inner city. I walk passed the cracked concrete witch makes me think about the war and how bad it must of been, it almost destroyed the world and the human race. It did destroy species of animals I know. I look up and stop to see in front of me is where the crowd stood this morning, where I looked up from the post to the dead man hung, the life drained from his eyes and the words written in his blood You will try to control us keep trying. But there was something else I remember, I saw flash of light in the torn down building. I know I shouldn't be doing this, I know that this will be breaking law, but I do that everyday once more shouldn't hurt. I start to walk off the path towards the building. I stand in front of the building that towers before me. I walk in. Inside it is very musty witch make it very hard to breathe. Dust fills the still air. A light shines through the dust making it look like something you would read in a book. But here people don't do that. I walk further and further through the building. Making sure I don't step on pieces of shattered glass or broken furniture. Each step I take I break something more than before. Shatter or crunch. I walk into the next room witch the damage is even worse. I turn the corner and jump when I see a person standing in front of me, they look so much like me same figure and features. I realize I am looking into a mirror. I let out a laugh of relief. It echoes through the room and down into the long halls and out the door. I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself again and sigh . My mom said when she looks into the mirror she sees a hopeful person. My father when he looks into the mirror he sees a strong leader. When I look into the mirror...I see nothing but myself. My green eyes wide with curiosity, my freckles that look like someone took brown paint and splattered it across my face, my mouth that has so much to say but is restricted to not. I look at myself one last time then slam my fist into the mirror shattering the thin glass. I step out of the way and grab the long mirror with both of my hands and slam it down to the ground. The sound echo through my body and up my spine. It echoes through the halls of the lonely building and out onto the streets. I sink down to the floor and start to cry. I sit on small fragments of broken glass not caring about if there is blood all over me like the man strung up on the post. I get my thoughts together enough to notice that the room has gotten incredibly darker. Its night. I hear the owls and the hum of the street lamps. I get up scattering glass everywhere. Why did I even come in here I think, I walk from room to room trying to find my way out of this labyrinth of a building. I finally find the exit and right before I am about to step out the door something catches the corner of my eye. I spin around and walk towards it. It is hidden in the rubble, I bend down and uncover my hidden treasure. I hold up the reflective cover. It shines bright from the moon light and it must of been what I saw that morning. I dust it off and slide it under my shirt and head out into the night. I feel a rush of joy and a slight pain in my leg but I quickly run to my house hoping I don't get caught by the conservatrics, people will try to run away in the night so the conservatrics are always on the watch at night and they blend in with the night as well with their shinny black suites. Every little sound of the night scares me out of my skin. I see the lights of the houses up ahead so I am getting closer and closer to my house. I see a moving light up ahead of me. Oh crap I think it has to be a conservatric and theres nowhere to run. I turn around and start to run as silently as possible. I look behind and and watch as the light get closer and closer. I feel my foot hit part of the pavement that was torn up. I fall to the ground making the silent night not so silent. I now see a figure holding a flash light walking closer and closer to me, theres no point in trying to escape now. I am caught.