January 5th, 2018 11:05 am
When we were children we believe the world belongs to us, ourselves. we believe we have freedom and the right to do what ever we want. It may be because we're younger and we don't understand the rules. But, as we grow up we don't realize that we didn't have freedom in the first place and even if we did, it was slowly taken away from us because our freedom wasn't real. it was a figment of our imagination, the 'freedom' we loved and deserved wasn't there. what was replaced was reality, when I was child I always thought the stars above me was people who died. But by the fifth grade my teacher taught us the truth, my world came crashing down. children have more imagination then adults, the reason why I'm telling you this is because they think the world belongs to them, adults have the instinct to shelter children from the harsh reality there is. So, your probably wondering why I'm telling you this, what does this have to do with the story? children are more stronger then anyone because their mind is more open to possibility's. but children have the instinct to run away from their mistakes, adults have the instinct to stay and fight. but neither of them is the strongest because there's a chance that if they stay or run they could die. so who's the strongest? its a easy answer and I should of knew it sooner, the government knew it before I did. one of the rules were "no human contact, unless it had to do with: jobs, police, school, and kids younger then sixteen'
So why separate the kids that are the age between sixteen and eighteen? the answer is because the teens that are between the ages are the strongest. its because we still have our childhood imagination and instinct to run also the instinct to stay and fight. but, if that's the answer, why separate us from adults? because we, teens, also need guidance and even though adults expect us to be like them, we're treated like children. so that makes teens the strongest out of the three, followed by a tie between the adults and children. If the government wasn't scared of a smaller population and being over thrown by other countries, half of the teens in America would be dead.
June 19th, 2016 6:02 am
Mark opens the door and gestures me to walk in first, I nod as a thanks and walk in.the light from the oil lamps is bright and blinding, I wince before my eyesight got use to it. I shuffled in and mark points to a group surrounding a radio.
" Hey!" mark yells and catches the attention of a few people
" Oh hey mark" wade says and that's when he saw me, he tapped a guys shoulder and he turns around, ken.
" Your alive?!" ken breathes out catching the attention of the rest of the group.
" Holly crap, your alive!" minx yells in joy. I look at the rest of the group and smile slightly, a boy that hasn't turned around yet caught my eye. he looks like Jake, wait...
" Maya, I'm sorry about what happened six months ago" I turn to the voice and see wade apologizing.
" Thank you and I accept" I say before walking towards the boy working on the radio.
" Hey" a hand touches my shoulder and I turn around to come face to face with ken, his hand falls by his side and he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
" Hi" I say and glance back to the boy- no wait boys as in more then one of them. ken must of followed my eye sight because he said
" That's Dan and phil. they came from England" I narrow my eyes and sigh
" How did they get here?" I ask as minx heard me and yelled the answer from across the room
" They came here the same way I did: England used a plane and shipped youtubers over to America, so they don't have to set up gallows!" she says and silence filled the room.
" I didn't know that" ken whispers as I glance over to Dan and phil. they completely ignored everyone's pity look. huh, so minx, Dan, and Phil got betrayed by their own country, hell, everyone in this room is betrayed. I walk over to minx, who is standing on the other side of the room, once I reached her I turned around and faced the people in this room.
" How many people are there?" I ask
" Eighteen people, not including you" she says and I nod. " What's the next step?" she asks and everyone stopped what their doing and look at me. 'sleep, that's what', I thought as I sighed and looked around the room.
" I don't know, we have two options" I sigh out before saying them. " Option one: get comfortable, basically we go out in public every once in awhile, try not to get caught"
" Why is this a option?" entoan says
" Because one of the things the government does not want, is youtubers being comfortable in public" i say and every one seems to agree. " Option two: we could hack into the daily announcements" I say and everyone pondered on it.
" What good would that do?" pewdiepie says.
" Well, it could led to a number of possibility's, it could show how far we would go. bring us to the next level and so on" I say and silence fills the room.
" Why not do both?" Bob, muyskirm, says
" Well, of course for everything we do, theres going to be a consequence." I say and once again silence fills the air.
" What's do you think the consequence would be?" marzia, pewdiepie's girlfriend, asks.
"Its more of a chance" I say and she nods for me to go on" There's a chance for the first option we could get caught and they could use one of us hostage and it would lead to many other options and endings. and then for the second option, if we hack into the announcements, we could be tracked to our location and everything could go to crap."
" Wouldn't that have to be a chance we would have to take?" dlive asks.
" Don't we take that risk everyday?" ohm adds
" Yes, but this is a bigger risk" I say
" How so?" krism, minx's wife, asks
" We're actually putting everything on the line" I say and pinch the bridge of my nose and squeeze my eyes shut, before I said " if we hack into the announcements they could track us back to here. and if we get comfortable in public the officers could follow us back here."
" But your the one who suggested the options" cry says, confused.
" I know I did, but what I'm trying to say is... its a risk and I just want you to know the risks and everything your putting on the line" I say once again silence fills the room.
" I think we should do it, both I mean" mark says and every one turns to face him. "It's a risk and its just one we're going to have to take... sure we could get caught and die, but we been putting that on the line since day one. But it should be worth it, for our freedom" I stand there as everyone but me agrees to it, is it really worth it? I know its dangerous.. but for a so-called-freedom?
" Come on" a girl with brown hair and blond bangs takes my wrist and lead's me to a room filled with bunkers. " I bet mark hadn't told you about this but, this room is used just in case for bombings" she said as she lead me to a empty bed with a green cover, I sat on the bed and as she turned away I blurted out a question
" What's your name?" I ask and she turns to face me.
" Cheyenne. what's yours" she asks, I knew she already knew my name but yet I answered her.
" Maya"
" It's pretty" she says with a small smile before frowning. " How old are you?"
" Sixteen" I say and she nods before leaving, I lay down on the bed and stared at the bed above me. my thoughts filled my mind as i kept repeating the word that mark said. freedom.... the word tossed back and forth in my mind as I drifted off to sleep. Is there really such a thing?
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Riot
Fanfiction"Anyone caught rioting and/or breaking the rules will have a fate worse then death". That's the last rule that is announced twice a day, 365 days a year, but some rules are meant to be broken.
