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June 8, 2173

The next morning, I wake up to unbearable heat.

Quickly, I unzip my jacket and take it off.

I instantly feet relief, but not much. I look up at the sky and sigh, it is around eight by the position of the sun.

In year three of school we learned how to tell the time while outside, at the time I never thought I would need it, but now it has come in handy.

The bullet wound on my arm looks like it is healing quickly, too quickly.

Maybe we were lucky and I was shot with a malfunctioned bullet, or this is the kind of bullets they use in the prison.

Maybe the bullet releases a poison through out the body that regenerates the body then attacks the nervous system.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts, instead of thinking of what could happen I should think about what I want to happen.

I want to get to Canada alive with the people I care about.

Thinking about Canada makes me wonder what it is like up there, it makes me ask questions and makes my curious side show.

Do they have they freedom to choose?

Are they like the Society?

Are they worse?

Are the better?

I shake my head again, questions are overwhelming me with curiosity, which is causing me a migraine.

Whenever I would be curious around my mother she would always tell me the same thing, curiosity killed the cat.

It always annoyed me so I would reply the same thing every time and I would always get in trouble, I'm not a cat so I have nothing to worry about.

She hated the side of me that always had an answer, but she also loved it at the same time--there is no easy way to explain her at all.

I look up at the sky again and see it has been an hour since I woke up so I decide to wake up Ash and Iris.

First I wake up Ash, "Wake up." I say while hugging him.

"Good morning." He says while stretching. "What time is it?"

"About nine." I say getting up and waking up Iris.

"Do we have any money or food?" He asks while Iris sits down next to me.

"We have my money but I don't think we can get into any public place without being noticed." She says. "We are refugees now."

"I seriously never thought this was going to happen." I say sadly.

"What was going to happen?" She asks.

"Be on the run, or be refugees, or ever be arrested, everything that has happened over the last few weeks changed our lives." I say.

"It's okay, it will all be okay when we get to Canada." Ash says.

"It's all my great grandfather's fault!" I exclaim. "I wish everything was back to normal--I wish America was America again."

"Why's that?" Iris asks, even thought she already knows the answer.

"America isn't America anymore." I say. "It's a stupid mutated government that my great grandfather created and it needs to be changed back."

"How are we going to do that?" Ash asks.

"We are doing it now! By not following the rules and running away, we are running towards what we believe in." I exclaim. "The only reason nobody has wanted America back is because nobody know's what it was like.

"Everyone just assumes it was horrible because of what the Society brainwashed them to think."

"How are we going to get the Society to know about America?" Iris asks.

"Is anyone here good with computers?" I ask with a sinister grin slowly crawling onto my face.

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