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Chapter 2 .

Lynette's POV.

I'm the type of person that, even in the worst times, want to be a persons beacon of light in the darkness that is sorrounding us. I don't want to live in the kind of world where we don't look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I can't change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.

To start my afternoon, I look for the food shack. We states don't have the privlage to go grocery shopping anymore, instead we have food shacks where you go for breakfast, lunch and dinner at certain times and if you miss it you don't get to eat. We also lost all our good foods, now we're stuck with vegetables, water and some sort of fake meat from another state. But just like a grocery store we do have to pay every week for us to get food that week.

It's been 10 months since I've had chocolate and a cheese burger, it's like being in prison.

Before Gary showed up my family was known has high class so me and the other high classes get more food then the others.

I give a smile to the lady that was being forced to work for the food shack as she hands me a tray full of food I've seen everyday and a water bottle. The lady doesn't even smile back but continues to work not wanting to get in trouble because I heard that a guy in Tennesee got beaten for talking to a slave.

Ugh, every thought that comes to my head can never end good. I wince as I think of the poor people who got taken from their everyday life to be put as a slave.

I step out of the repulsive building to be greeted by kids running around yelling and playing, a tiny bit of cold wind blows trough our town; my hair dance in the air.

There was nothing but slaves being forced to do insignificant work, ladies outside cleaning, kids having fun while they can and men are either spending little time they have with there family or walking around doing the work they are also being forced to do. And the worst thing I have to see, big guards dressed in all white hitting slaves, yelling at helpless women, standing there acting smug as if they are superior of us all, we just can't fight back with out getting beaten or going days without food or even getting put to death.

I sit on light brown wooded steps slowly eating my so called food while I watch the diffrent types of kids play. Theres the high class kids with their school uniforms on playing with the lower class kids who have dirty blue jeans and a plain white tee, although our world right now is a disaster they seem to play and enjoy themselves as if nothing was going on.

Of course they're only kinds and have no absolute idea what kind of world they will be growing up in.

And one little boy caught my eye, he was wearing his dirty ripped blue jeans shirtless probaly because it got too dirty. He had his arms crossed over his bent legs resting his forehead on it, his shaggy wavy hair going to the side. This kid; was crying I could tell by the way his shoulders would jump up and down in a odd pattern.

My heart broke.

Immediatly, I stood up walking over to the kid my pace quickening when I could hear his loud crys.

"Hey, what's wrong are you okay? Do you need help?" I question making the kid's head shoot up. His mid-lenth black hair falls over his forehead and his dark brown eyes were red.

"I- I didn't get enough - food," He started, trying to get the strenth to even move his mouth. "M-my little sister was hun- hungry so I gave her my last, mama has no money to get us food next week."

My hands were on his shoulders rubbing them to make him calm down, the fact he gave up his only food to his little sister made me sad and happy. It's good I'm not the only trying to help others but a little kid shouldn't have to starve himself.