I sit in a chair, watching my mother cook; but I'm not the only one. Three security officers stand to my right, checking every label, watching her every move. Making sure she's not making a bomb. For our country's sake. Whatever that's supposed to mean. This whole country is starting to get to me. I think I liked it better back before the government decided to throw our lives away.
All my poor, brainwashed mother wants to do is make me a sandwich. However, I know better then to be brainwashed.
"And, done," my mother says, accomplished.
"Good job, mam'. If you do anymore suspicious activity, please contact us. For the Republic Of Worlds' sake," the tall officer tells her.
"I'm going over to a friends house later," I say, shyly, scared to them my daily agenda, scared to speak my voice.
Before I can take the first bite of my stunning sandwich, the officer pins me down. His hands pat down my body, looking for something suspicious.
They find nothing. "If you go now, you won't have to have a search while trying to go later."
I start to say something against it, but bite my tongue. They can't know what I know; what I know is scary. It could change the R.W.
"I think I'll go now. I'm just an innocent thirteen year old girl, in harms way. Could you walk me?" I give them the saddest most innocent face I have for effect.
"No need, young lady. We make sure the R.W is safe by checking everyone. Nobody has gotten by us since we started this," he says, standing taller, prouder.
"I wonder why," I mutter so they can't hear and head outside.
I close my eyes as the warm sun feels amazing against my tan skin. A warm breeze blows by, pushing my soft, curly brown hair back.
I open my eyes and see the bus that just passed, creating that "wind". Looking up, I can see the lamps hanging up, giving off heat and light, though it never feels like enough. The world is cold, lonely and dark. Nothing in life is good anymore. Nobody would listen to me, even if I tried to voice my opinion.
I take a deep sigh and trudge forward, like everyone else. The reason we walk slow is mostly for two reasons.
If we're walking fast, we look suspicious. What's the big hurry to get somewhere, there's nothing exciting. Everyone sort of, lost personality. So if you're walking fast, you get pinned down and searched. Then arrested.
The second thing is, if we move too fast, we're a big blur to everyone. So, if we did something bad, nobody can identify us, so we can't get in trouble. All to keep us safe. Right.
Nobody remembers what it's to have freedom. To be able to walk with purpose , excitement, without getting arrested. They don't remember what it's like to have your mom and dad home, every night. To feel the love they deserve. They don't remember their human, that they can express themselves, enjoy themselves. Nobody seems to be able to remember the good old days. I wonder where everything went wrong sometimes.
That's because one The United States Of America's leaders decided it was better to point a gun to everyone's head, even the innocent, and have nobody get hurt, then to give us the freedom that we deserve. Now, everyone just trudges around, or is never around.
I choke back a frustrated sigh, because that'd be showing emotions. And showing emotions would mean that I have half a mind left. Having half a mind left would mean that I have the slightest bit of rebellion. That would mean that I would have to be arrested. Yes, that's right. Arrested.
I'm not even sure how they identify us. All girls have to have their light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. Acne is surgically removed. Boys have to have flat. All the time. All shirts are red and whit, with blue shorts. I'm not even sure why, those are the ugliest colors I've ever seen.
And having "love"? Forget about it. The only reason I now these things? Cassidey's great great great great great great great grandfather left a book of how the world used to be. It's great, really. People could do whatever they wanted. Now, we're arrested for having one stand of hair down, for being difference, for not helping keep the community safe.
My mouth nearly dropped when I saw Cassidey's house. About a million cop cars surrounded her house. Never, like never, had something like this been reported. I wish I could get in there, express my curiosity, figure everything out, But would it be worth it, and then get arrested? Nobody else seemed to notice, like it was a normal thing. Or maybe they really were oblivious.
Before I could take another step, the weirdest thing happened. Someone grabbed me from behind, this the would was black.
***Patrick's P.O.V.***
I grabbed up the little girl in my arms, curious to see why she was starring at the house. Nobody else cared, but she did. Maybe I only grabbed her because I was excited, someone not blind. But maybe I'm just delusional. It's hard to tell these days, with all the glitches in the medicine. Maybe this time, I really was wrong, and she isn't oblivious, and I'm going to get in trouble.
I shook my head clear of those thought and kept walking. I glanced around, cautiously, and took in the scene. Five cars surrounded one house. That was definitely something we didn't see everyday. They really had to of done something bad. Like, murdered someone to get that many cops. I kind of feel like it's more than that, however. Five is a big number for cops. I'm almost one hundred percent sure that the majority has been two at a murder.
I glanced to see if anybody had noticed. All I saw were crowds of gray, defying the pure blue sky. All the faces I could make out were the somber faces, grazing around. Nobody was smiling, and their eyes were full of nothing. Zombies. that's what they looked like. How they act. They don't talk either, which is more suspicious. Unless you knew the truth, like me. And my friends.
I hardly noticed it was time to round the corner until it was there. I had been so focused on everyone's face that I hadn't seen it coming. That's why some people don't like me. I get so lost in thought that I zone out, and miss things. That's why other people like me. The things I come up with are pure genius, sometimes.
Even though this is my normal walk since I was ten, and I've been doing it for five years now, the view still takes me away. It's nothing special, actually it's ugly. The junkyard was just so big. I got lost in it, a while ago. I bet if we were to get caught, we could get out easily since we know the way around.
The entrance to our underground layer is underneath a pile of junk most of the time. However, it's mostly put there on purpose. If you saw a big covered hole in the middle of the ground, you'd get suspicious.
"Where am I?" a little girl groaned. She was so light, I had almost forgotten about her on my walk, well I guess technically I did forgot about her on my walk.
I figured it'd be best to explain everything so I let it all out at once, "Well, hum, I noticed something strange about you." That definitely came out wrong. "Well, not like, but you see, you seemed interested in something." Still not getting better. "Aw, screw it. You were interested in a house with five cops cars." Her eyes widened. "I just thought you knew...the truth," I finally finished.
"I know," she whispered quietly.
A sigh of relief came out accidentally. In that moment the hole opened up, and the girl leaped into my arms.
I saw my chance and took it. "What's your name?"
"Avery."
"Patrick! That was you," my friend, Colton shouted. "You nearly gave all of us a heart attack, we thought that you were cops getting noisy and peeking around...who's that?"
"I think it'd be better to explain inside," I said all at once.
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