Accepted Murder

Chapter 2

Wickfurrow. A small country inside of America. During the third World War, Texas got a little irritated with the rest of America; especially after the health care Bill in 2010 actually got through to Texas. Unfortunately, the entire state wasn’t able to get away; only one town in the entirety of the country got out of America. America may be a World Power, but after 2013 it started going through problems with the new President, and was suddenly too powerful. So, Houston decided it was time to go. During the middle of the war, they finally got away from it all, the war, American rule, and of course the name. Sadly though, they were still confined in America, so they made a few laws for themselves.

The first one was, you had to buy your way into the country. It’s like an amusement park, you pay to get in, but you have to pay to get out as well (that was the second law). So, quite a bit different. Because of this law, many of the people in Wickfurrow never get out, and few ever get in. You’d have to be some kind of millionaire to get in and out; or you could be a rock star. (There weren’t many bands that outlasted through the war, so this wasn’t very common).

Inevitably, Wickfurrow hated the Law. Nonetheless they’d agreed to pass it; they’d just earned their independence, they weren’t risking it away. That’s one of the reasons they made the buy in and out law, so those with killing rights for a citizen would have to be able to pay to get in. They also thought, it wouldn’t really be a problem (people getting killing rights for others), because of the fact nobody left, and nobody really hated each other.

Though, some people did get their Protection Papers. Paranoia? Possibly. It didn't really matter why; they wanted to feel safe in Wickfurrow, and most people did. But others? They had a past that nobody knew about.

“Madeline Carver.”

“Here,”

“Alexa Lou.”

“Here,”

“Chara Zander.”

Chara looked up, “Here,” she murmured, staring into the screen of her desk. (During late 2016 desks were modified into electric monitors. Trees were being killed too fast for schools to continue using paper for everything, so it was all turned into electronic work. Much to the students’ excitement.) She was still dealing with the aftermath of her mothers’ screaming; needless to say, Maria Zander was not happy that her daughter had not gotten the (correct) Protection Papers. Though, much to Chara’s confusion, she seemed very much afraid.

“Mother. Calm down,” she’d tried; which, sadly and of course inevitably, lead to a second round of angry yelling from the elder Zander woman.

“May I go to the restroom?” she asked her teacher as they were released to do individual work on their desktops. (Desk top computers from the late part of the twentieth century and the beginning of the twenty first had disappeared around 2014; thus giving room for a name for the desk top computers.)

“Of course.”

Chara stood from her electronic desk, and swiftly walked out of the classroom, “Oof!” she exclaimed as she ran into a man. She looked up, and her eyes widened, “Whoa,” she muttered, “You’re tall.”

Bill chuckled to himself at the girl, “Do you need help up?” he questioned her.

She nodded slightly as he reached out for her hand and pulled her up, “Thank you.” She whispered, “But I…” she trailed off looking down the hall, “I have to go to the…” her cheeks tinged a bright red.

“Oh! I'm so sorry!” he exclaimed, his own naturally pale cheeks flushing red as well, “It was nice to meet you.”

“You too.” She said as she dashed down the hall and into the women’s room; her cheeks redder than beets by the time she arrived.