As I sat under the ancient oak tree , the breeze dancing through my hair, I couldn't help but sneak a glance at the gates-the only things seperating me from my stolen freedom. The gates, were meant to disscourage us from attempting an escape and i must admit at over 40 feet tall, they did there job quite well. I for one dont understand why anyone would be foolish enough to even dream of an escape with gates like these. The gates were ungarded like usual. It was if they were daring us to climb over them and embark in a free life, but we all knew an attempt would do us no good, for here was nothing to cling to ecxept for one lone string of ivy, to weak to support a human. Even if we did make it over, no one knows what lies on the other side. Some say theres another line of protection, others say a vast dessert, but i for one beleive that our city resides on a large cloud and that if i climbed over and escaped from our society i would just fall and fall and eventually land in a gigantic ocean of danger. once my father asked what i thought lay on the other side, and i explained my theory and he asked why i couldnt just simply swim to shore. I told him i couldnt swim and i would surely drowned. He then said " yes that is true, but wouldnt you rather at least die trying than just give up without a fight?"
I had no response.
