The Revolution

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Chapter 1

My real name is Grace. But my given name here is Penny. I am in a camp called 'TheCovicts Camp'. You might be wondering who I am and and why I belong to The Convicts Camp so I will now tell you my story.

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"You be a good girl and stay here okay? Don't move from here, I'll be back. Soon." Said my mum, tears filling her face.

She was a tall, curvy woman with pale subtle skin- just like me. She had shimmering crystalised blue eyes and silky, soft blonde hair which lay softly on her shoulders. She looked at me one more time, smiled sweetly, gave me a peck on my cheek then walked away. Little did I know that I would never see her again. I waited patiently for a few days, in the ditch in the botanical gardens. I was only skin and bone, my mouth was so dry- the only thing I would ever do is look up to the dull grey sky filled with polluted and toxinated smoke and wait for my mother.

There was hardly anyone in the botanical gardens. No one had time to come for a walk and enjoy the scenery. This country was in crisis, polluted, short of money and everyone was controlled in a way that the only thing they ever did was serve this country and work and not have time for self-pleasure, leisure or enjoyment. I hadnt heard a souls voice in many days until one day.

Some men came to turn the ditch into a pond for the botanical garden.

"Oh my! A girl, a young girl! What shall we do with her?"

"Tell the authorities of course. We don't know if she's a crime- look at her."

And so they did. The authorities soon arrived, they were men dressed in black. They dragged my fleshless body into a vechile and we drove to a building. They sat me on a chair and started asking me questions. I didnt understand what they were saying. My mind was slipping away, everything was slowly darkening and soon everything blackened.

I woke up smelling food. I was in a different room now- bright artificial lights, a huge electronic flat screen attatched to the wall, a white marble desk with a plump woman seated behind it.

"Eat up." She sighed

In front of me, was a small bowl of unsweetened chemical-tasting porridge and a small hard cheese bagel. My small thin hands picked up the food and shoved it all into my ravenous mouth. The food felt like sweet sugar in my body and woke me up to be able to sit up properly and see every detail in the room. The plump woman walked up to me and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Okay, listen here, I don't want no trouble so just answer my questions like a good girl."

She took her portable flatscreen and sat opposite me on a chair.

"What were you doing in that ditch? Why were you there?" She asked sternly.

I suddenly remembered my mother.

...I was dressed in a crimson wooly top and a soft black skirt and  mother brushed my hair into a smooth side plait. She looked deeply into my eyes then gave me a long poignant kiss on my forehead with tears running down her face for the umpteenth time today...

"Answer me please!" She disturbed my thoughts.

I wasnt going to tell her anything about mother. She promised she'll collect me so I had to go back to the Botanical garden.

"I need to go back to my mum!" I finally found my voice.

She sighed. "Look we'll have a deal here. If you tell me everything that I ask for, we'll call your mother to come and pick you up and take you back to your nice cosy home eh?"

I frowned.

"But... but you dont know where mother is!"

"Oh yes I do! I know exactly where she is! So just answer me." She replied coldly.

This time I sighed. "Fine, I will answer you." I grumpily replied.

She smiled- but the smile didnt reach her eyes. "What were you doing in the ditch?"

"My... my mother told me to sit there in the ditch and that she'll come back for me."

She recorded everything I said into her portable flatscreen.

"The day before she couldnt stop crying and hugging me-"

"Why?"

"I do not know." I shrugged my shoulders. "Though mother always kept me in the house and always fret about me going out."

"Right, okay. That's it for now." She put her portable flatscreen back in its case on her desk. " Come with me."

She led me into yet another room with bright artificial lights, and other modern high-tech nonesense. She spoke to the lady who occupied the room who was a sickly thin woman who looked stricken and distressed. I sat myself down on one of the plump manoeuvrable chairs and hadnt noticed the young boy seated next to me.

His skin was lightly tanned with soft sandy light brown hair but his eyes struck me. They were an amber/golden eyes. His eyes really stood out against all of his other features. I was captivated and hypnotised by them.

"Hey." He interrupted my gazing.  "What's you're name?"

"Oh hey, I am... I am Grace. Um, what's yours?" I fumbled with my words.

"I am Mark. Fifteen years old. Nice to meet you." He replied in a soft and gentle voice.

I found myself looking into his eyes again. Such  charismatic eyes. They held so much emotions but they mostly held sadness, just deep fear and sadness. I quickly blinked a couple of times to avert my mind back to his question.

"Oh I am fourteen.  I am turning fifteen on August 13th this year." I beamed.

Our peaceful conversation was cut off when the sickly woman led us to a steamy bathroom. There was a smooth white bath; the women clicked some buttons to adjust the tempature and soon the water was bubbling. She stripped me off my clothing and forced me into the fiery skin-sizzling bath and I let out a cry.

The woman ignored my protests and begun by taking a coarse sponge and scrubbed me harshly with medical alcohol-smelling soap. This was an old fashioned way of bathing. Usually a button had to be clicked and the bath would release a strong cleansing soap and you would use a soft loofah and scrub- it was so soft on the skin but cleansed immecably. I was suprised by the method she used.

I then understood beneath the dryer which blow-dried me within minutes. The woman did not hand me my own clothes back but a thin white sleeveless dress that reached just below my knees and a pair of white shorts. Unexpectedly she cut off my precious silky flaxen hair and that was my breaking point. I screamed and wept angrily. She just slapped me and hushed me up until I ended up with a red sore face. I had learnt my lesson pretty quickly.

Soon, Mark appeared dressed in a black sleeveless tshirt and black knee-length shorts. The women sighed, then led us both into a cellar which was empty. It had two small floorbeds and two buckets. Not so modern room. A very old fashioned room which would bring us discomfort. The walls were cement solid grey and there was a tiny barred window at the top corner of the room which was out of reach. The women pushed us in and barrackaded the door. Barrackaded us from life.