Utopia

Introduction

A mother walks into her daughter's room with a look of concern written on her face. Her daughter's room is neat except for an unevenly stacked pile of notebooks with papers sticking out the sides and a crumpled ball of paper on the light blue carpet. The young girl, 16 or 17, lay on her bed with her black boots waving in the hair. She sat listening to music with earbuds and drawing, taping her head with her pencil, deciding the next stroke. Her medium length raven hair fell on either side of her head as she bobbed her head to the music and mouthed the words. Her mother coughed to get her attention. The girl turned around and paused the music. "Honey?" Asked her concerned mom. "Hm?"
"We-I'm concerned about your thoughts." The girl paused, and took out her earbuds.
"W-What do you mean?" Questioned the girl, slowly sitting up straight.
"Well, the Friends came today..." The girl's eyes widened a little but she kept silent. Her mother continued, "They...they said that you were thinking how they-how they're unfair." The girl remained quiet. "Jasmine, they're very fair. They are our best government, our best friends, and make us all equal. They are the best thing to have ever happened to Utopia. They keep peace here, and monitor out thoughts to prevent violence and crime." At this the girl jumped to her feet. "But they AREN'T fair mom! Don't you see? They want us to believe they're fair, that they're good, that they're our friends, but they're not! They control our minds, they don't monitor them! They're-"
"That's quite enough!" Yelled her mother, losing patience. "You have bad thoughts, you think the Friends are unfair! Therefor, I must send you to reformation camp." Jasmine stared, open mouthed. Her eyes were filled with terror. "How-how could you?" She whispered. Her mom shook her head. "It's for your own good" she said, "don't worry! The Friends are helping Utopia. They'll settle your doubts. They'll show you that they are fair!" She smiled as the door banged open. Two men in white suites and masks came into the room. The masks had painted gleeful smiles with empty, big, black eyes. The girl backed up, but with each step back the Friends stepped towards her. When Jasmine bumped into the wall she knew she was trapped, with no where to go. The friends walked to her and each took an arm. "Thank you Mrs Harris, for helping to make Utopia a better place!" One of them said in a cheerful voice. Jasmine screamed and struggled against their tight grips, but they dragged her out of the house and to the white van with a smiley face pained on the side, with the words "we are your Friends" above it. Her mother waved a final goodbye and closed the door.