Chapter 10 The speech

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I wake up feeling crushed like all the pieces of the glass at the studio. Each one of them shattered into a million pieces, and my heart might as well be one of those pieces. I hear the sound of the morning bell echo through the city, into the streets, into our quiet house, and up the stairs into my room and for the first time I feel glued to my bed. I used to be so eager to get spring up from the chamber of my room but now I feel so empty, even though I am bursting with emotions weighting me down. I slowly get out of bed and walk over to my mirror. My eyes are red and I look like I have been crying all night, and who says I haven't. I walk into my closet and get dressed in clothes that are duplicate to the ones I  wear everyday. I am so tired of everything I think as I get dressed. I would of never met Zackery if I never found that book. I still have that stupid book too. I walk back over to my dresser and open the small white drawer. I grab the book and rub my hand across the shiny cover. I can't stand to look at this book I'll return it to him. Just so he can see me one last time, so he can see the redness in my eyes and the frown on my face. So he can see the damage of what his actions have done to me. I tuck the book under the back of my shirt and head down the steps. When I get downstairs, my mother and father are already at the table and have already gotten my package of oats out for me. I take a seat and we being to start to talk and start to eat. My father looks up at me and laughs. 

"What happened to you? Did you read a sad book or something?" He laughs 

"Or get run over bus?" my mom says and joins my dad with the laughter. 

"Well I seem to never forget a face but the way you two look I think I can make a exception." I say cooly. My Mom looks shocked and my Dad frowns at me. I get up from the table and throw my oats away. I walk back upstairs and get my shoes. I walk back downstairs and right before I head out the door I hear my father say. 

"So I herd there is a new leader and they are making all the kids of the leaders give a speech to welcome him." 

I hold to book closer to me as I walk down the street. I watch the people head to work and to school as well. Today will be my last day not going to school, because I have lost my friend and I just don't feel like it today. As I walk I watch the people. Excitement seems to fill the air mainly because of the waiting announcement that starts at noon. Of course I will be there sitting on top of the stage next to my mother in the background. I will also be standing up on that stage giving a speech to the whole world on our new leader how much he will help us, and how much the Laws are great. So I practically giving a speech on everything I am against. I look up above me and see the lamp post towering above me and across the street the old dance studio. I walk towards the building knowing that today will be my last time going back to it. 

"Halyn?" says a voice and I whip around almost dropping the book. I see Pal standing in front of me. His black suit shines in the sun. 

"We meet again." I say and manage to smile.

"Why is it that every time I see you that you look like you are about to break a Law or is breaking a Law?" He says and raises his eyebrows up at me. 

"Haha I guess I am always at the wrong place in the wrong time." I say with a girlish smile. 

"It sure seems like it, so may I ask why are you walking into a abandoned building?" 

"Well you see Pal what I have learned in life is that some things are just better to be unknown." I say, and he looks at me and narrows his eyes. 

"Well I suggest you tell me right now because I could easily send you off to the ordinaria carcere right now for trespassing on Government land and Halyn I really don't want to do that to you." Lie I think lie you have to lie you do it everyday you can do it once more. 

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 01, 2015 ⏰

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