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June 9, 2173

Iris and I are walking side by side with Ash not too far behind.

I am afraid Ash is right, maybe the Society was meant to be this way, maybe Canada should be our new home.

I remember how barely a month ago we were living normal lives as members of the Society.

Every sixteen year old will be full adults soon and will be getting jobs, along with their own apartment.

Some sixteen year olds with a disability or disease stay in their families apartment or they share one with a close friend.

If I knew the answer to the second question on my history homework and thought it was a coincidence that we had the same last names we would all be happy and I would be a normal teenager excited to get my new apartment.

I still wish that I never opened that textbook and never discovered what was hidden in between the pages.

Sometimes I wonder what I would be doing this second if it never happened, maybe I would be studying for my finals.

Maybe I would be laying in bed sick while daydreaming.

There is no way to know, but as long has I'm with Ash and Iris I will be alright.

Even if we knew more then we know now, we would probably be more safe.

After Ash kissed me everything went out of control.

We were running for our freedom.

People say that we shouldn't resist arrest because we knowingly broke the law, but we were running away rebellion and fighting against them to prove what we believe in.

By kissing Ash and running we were starting a rebellion and we didn't even know it.

There could be hundreds or thousands of people doing exactly what we did to prove that they should be free, like how we are.

"Jessamine, are you okay?" Iris asks while waving her hand in front of my face.

"What happened?" I ask.

"You must have been very deep in thought because you walked straight into a tree and were unconscious and you didn't even notice." Ash says.

"What were you thinking about?" She asks but I shake my head, I don't want her knowing my personal thoughts.

"N-Nothing." I stutter then Iris raises her eyebrow at me.

"I know its nothing, we are going to talk about it later." She says.

"Fine, but I'm not too happy about talking about it." I say.

"Okay, you two talk I will take the lead." She says then walks away.

"Are you okay?" Ash asks.

"Not really." I admit sadly.

"Whats wrong? Are you thinking about what happened with your mom again?" He asks and my frown grows.

"No, but now I am." I say on the verge of tears.

"Hey Iris wait a second." He yells to her then lowers his voice. "What are you thinking about?"

"Everything, I wish none of this ever happened, and to add onto the list of amazing things that have happened--I'm starving." I say.

"We don't have any food and we can't risk going into a town and being caught--we are refugees now." He says. "It's very different to just being wanted, now we have cops constantly looking for us and we are constantly on the news."

"I know, but we can't just let our selfs starve, you said this morning you weren't feeling well and I could barely get up!" I exclaim. "What happens next time? Maybe tomorrow morning you won't be able to wake me up."

"Stop being so melodramatic, Jess." He complains.

"I'm not being melodramatic, I'm being realistic!"

"Your idea of realistic is getting in the way."

"In the way of what?" I ask.

"Of our relationship!" He yells.

"Damn you." I say while slapping him, and getting up then walking towards Iris while trying to hold back the tears.

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