They don’t get it; we’re one of the biggest assets to them, even though it doesn’t seem that way. Why do police exist? Fire brigades, marshals, rules and all those other things? To stop rebellion. What if there weren’t any more of us left? The police wouldn’t have jobs, and those who would, well they’d be the rich snobs’ plaything or servant, to put it lightly. Marshals wouldn’t be needed - because everyone would agree to what the man standing on the stage, reading his speech away when he can’t even memorise it, never mind write it. No one would have their say, we’d all just carrying on listening to the bull they feed us, without our opinions or rights being taken into consideration – its almost like the times Hitler ruled, yet this time there is no resistance, just carrying on with what the big man up top says. Though I must say, Hitler did write some pretty impressive speeches... That’s how it would be without rebellion. Fires would also be non-existent. I bet you’re wondering, how can a fire be non-existent without rebellion? Imagine the fire as your soul, hidden form everything else in the darkness until it’s finally lit. When it becomes lit, that’s the time you stand up for yourself and decide to be heard, or rather, seen for your rebellious encounter with the dark world, yet somehow lighting up a whole world to someone else. That little bit of light spreads, still trying to fight its way through, to break the darkness fighting against it in the world, earning its respect by shadows who have been searching to find their light for so long, yet failed to do so. This is why we rebel. To show everyone once our voices have been released from the darkness, there’s no stopping us and we will continue to do it till the day we die.
“Off in the distance, there is resistance bubbling up and festering...We don’t have a choice to stay, we’d rather die than do it your way...” – Imagine Dragons.
Women wouldn’t have independence; autocratic rulers would rule the world while we couldn’t say a single word without being pushed around. Not so nice anymore, is it? Exactly. This is why we do what we do; to protect them from self-destruction. The National Rebellion Agency has been going strong for quite a while, hence the fact I’ve only been doing this for six years and Theo has been doing it for three. The physical missions themselves are actually pretty cool; we get geared up with theses awesome gadgets and all that jazz. These thoughts clouded my mind as we passed by houses, trees and buildings. Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. I still hadn’t told my mom I have to re-write my science test. r Though it isn’t all bad, since my average was about 84 percent. Science, however, isn’t one of my strong points. Oh how I love maps...
“Mom, I’ve gotten my exam results and my average is 84% overall. I have 45% for my geography, which means I’m just required to write my Geography paper over.” I say with a smile.
“...And why do you have to write that over, why can’t you get a decent mark for your work?!” she says, raising her voice louder with each syllable. I try to spit back a counter-attack, but she just gives me a death glance, due to the fact that we’re still driving on the road. Theo sat in the back, asking about us having any plans tomorrow afternoon. I turned my head back to the right, giving him a thankful smile before nodding his head in acknowledgment with his lips in a firm line. “Well...” my mom says, interrupting our silent exchange.
“...We need to start acting like a family so I’ll need you two to help me around the house after school to prepare a nice dinner for us all.” “Why?” I rudely ask. “Because Richard is my husband and that makes him part of the family.” You’ve got to be kidding me. “He’s not my damn father so why should we all put aside our time to make him a fancy dinner for the heck of it when you can’t bother to give a shit about us or our feelings? Why-” my rant was cut short as my mother, if I could even call her that, interrupted me, yet again. “Enough!” she shouted. “You’re right, I’ve had enough.” I say while grabbing my phone and earphones, jumping out of the car at the stop street and started jogging to the park. I texted Theo, telling him I’ll be at the park and that I’ll back by eight thirty at the earliest. He replied with an “Okay, see ya soon and stay safe. Don’t forget your hoodie in the trunk. X” He’s barely near my age, yet he’s forced to be the overprotective brother. Sometimes life gives you an early goodbye call, making you wake up from your childhood too soon, forcing you to act extremely old for your age.
I carried on jogging, slipped my phone in my back pocket and headed to the trees, searching for my hoodie.
In the some of the deepest areas of the park, filled with trees, trees and more space for the NRA members (aka. us) to hide their weapons and emergency equipment. I went to Star Gym after getting a few things. They had some of the best fighters in the country, although you have to go through a lengthy process to be able to even get in there. Gathering up a nice slow flow of sweat, I jogged to the entrance and handed Holden, one of their employees my card. I saw a few unknown people working out as I headed to the P&R section. P&S stands for Punch and Run. They’re the only gym in the world that has these types of shitty sounding inventions, but I beg to differ, they’re actually pretty sweet. You’d get onto a platform with a punching bag that you have to hit while running.
It sounds complex mixed up with difficulty and a whole lot of falling – which it is – yet it’s incredibly helpful with your movement and balance. Some of the bags even swing! After finishing my P&R, I took a few laps around the gym, since my speed overpowers my endurance. I can run extremely fast for about 2 laps, but then I’m tired. Or I can rather run extremely slowly for about an hour. Stamina. The one vital thing I lack.
I took a nice shower and put my original clothes back on. A breakfast bar and two bottles of water later, I’m jogging home at 9:15p.m. Unlocking the front door and throwing Cat a bone to keep him quiet, I grabbed my plate of food and headed up to my room, locking my door after Cat, my dog. I ate my plate of crumbed pork chops and a side salad before showering again and planning my outfit for the next day before I fell asleep.
Hi everyone, i actually updated, haha. Sorry for the extremely long four month wait, I know the chapters are short, but I’m still really new, so please bear with my inexperience in writing.
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Teen FictionA dream. We all have them. Some in our sleep, some in our own lives. A few come true and the rest falter. But what happens in your dreams? Something disrupts them, its some sort of rebellion that always stops you and helps you achieve your goal...
