"COME ON!" Phill said on the phone. I had just told him that he had to come back from Figi, although I had not told him why yet. "This is serious Phill, Amme has a broken leg and it is really bad." I explained to him. "Oh my. I didnt know, ill get on the next plane out of here."
"Good, I'll talk to you later" As i got off the phone with phill a picture caught my eye. It was a picture of a place i had onece visited. a place full of nature and amazing features, a place that the schollers would never find us, but before we could leave we all needed sleep.
After everyone else got settled I laid there in my makeshift bed and thought about my life. About Amme, and about the scholars.
There is one thing about the scholars that every K.I.D.S. agent knew. They were government leaches. They tried to influence the government so that it bends to their will, and their will is a dictatorship in which they can never lose power or stop damaging the U.S. All of these scholars are very well educated and very dangerous. The older ones are the heads that infest our government. the younger ones are the fighters. The young ones start training at the age of 5, and are hunting us at the age of 10.
The only reason i know their society so well is because, as a kid i was training to be a lead scholar. The only thing standing in the wasy of that is that, beyond all attempts by them, I still had a concience, I was not their slave. I fled to the K.I.D.S. HQ in search of help. I then devoted my life to defeating the very group that tried to enslave me. I would not stay down, I WOULD FIGHT!
