It was April 15th, 2057. “OK, class. Take a seat and log into…” – “Hey, Arris. Did you hear what is going to happen at the Capital?” Tyler said, zoning out of Mr. Hinge’s instructions. “No, what’s happening?” Arris replied. “Supposedly people are going to be protesting there tomorrow… “What! But that’s against the regulation!” Arris whispered. “Yeah, I know, and rumors are that the resistance is”- “Tyler Reynolds!” Mr. Hinge shouted. “Why are you talking?” Everyone turned and looked at Tyler. “Uh, sorry Mr. Hinge I was just talking to Arris about my plans tomorrow.” Tyler lied. “Yeah? Well stop it. I know what you are talking about and it better cease! Log into online course 2A and shut up.” Everyone looked at the teacher with a feared tone, surprised of what Mr. Hinge said. Tyler stood up. “No.” Arris nudged him to sit down, pleading him not to cause trouble. “Excuse me?” Mr. Hinge asked. “Why do we come here every day if we already have what we need to know? Ever heard of A11?” Tyler asked with attitude. Arris and other students looked away, and in their mind asking what the hell he was trying to accomplish. “Why are there cameras everywhere we go? “Tyler, sit down.” Mr. Hinge said. “How come… there is so much security… what happened that made it this way?” “I’m not going to ask you again” Mr. Hinge stared at Tyler and slowly moved his finger towards the security button. Tyler sat down and looked at the floor. He then mumbled, “How come we can’t even say the word Freedom?” Everyone turned and looked at him in surprise, and suddenly Colonial police busted in, shoving Tyler on the floor. Students around him started filming, and the police threatened arrest to anyone and everyone who was filming. It was on now.
