Unfinished Fanfics and Original Stories/ideas

Dark Dystopia

Same thing as the last story.

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It was a gray day. I heard the roar of the city around me. I couldn't block it out since pop culture music has been banned. The only music left for anyone to listen to is classical songs, traditional songs, and any other song like those. People rushed past me as I walked to school. All their faces were blank. Emotionless. Just like the rest of the world... Probably. The only news we get is when it's relevant to our country.

The world I live in can be seen in black and white. Literally. Back when what we called 'Boomers' gave birth to Generation X, they had taken over the government and started to restrict the people's lives. First, it started with what we would learn about our history, then moved on to other restrictions: pop and country music, fantasy books, fast food, etc., just to name a few. A lot of people call this era in our evolution, dark dystopia. Well, that's what we secretly call it. The government views it as more of a 'golden age'. They don't have an official name for it. Besides that, you're basically a prisoner to the elders. When they were planning for this era, they thought it was a good idea, saying it is 'what's best for the people and their future generations'. What a load of BS that is.

I finally arrived at the gates of my school, my thoughts cursing this harsh reality slowly dissipating. All the students were walking in, mostly in groups of 2-4 people. They whispered to each other, trying to taste a bit of freedom (using what was the first amendment) before they would enter a highly strict zone. Even, doodling in your notebook during class almost seemed bleak. It disgusted me. My generation, Generation Z as everyone called it, never really experienced an ounce of freedom like the freedom we learned about in our history class.

"Max? Max!" Someone yelled. I turned to see my friend, Ross, walking toward me, smiling that dopey smile and waving to get my attention. At least friends are government restricted. My eyes lit up as I stopped, letting him catch up to me in the hall, standing next to our lockers. We did our secret handshake before he looked at me with that knowing look.

"How many times did zone out, fantasizing in your mind a war breaking out with all the different generations rising up against our government?" Ross asked me, keeping his voice low as we got our materials ready for our classes. Anybody talking about retaliation/rebelling against our ruling elders is never seen again, or that's what the rumors say. Ross and I believe it's conversion therapy, to put in lightly, and we have proof. Harold, who's now a senior, talked about the exciting topic during the beginning of his junior year. Nobody saw him for the rest of the school year until Ross and I bumped into him over the summer. (Good thing that summer break wasn't ban either, I might have actually killed myself if it was.)

"Since I left the house this morning," I replied proudly, puffing my chest out a little. We closed our lockers simultaneously and walked to class. 

(I stopped writing here)