How much do you really know?

sixteen- ashton

    "GORG can suck it," I said as Blake, Chase, Daniel, and I sat in the library to 'work' on our history project. The thing is, I don't remember the last time we ever did any actual school work. Why do school work when you could party, get all the girls, and, of course, plot against the government?
    It was easy to make plotting against the government look like history work.
    We came to the library almost every day. The librarian saw us as diligent students hard at work studying and getting perfect grades. Our teachers knew us as the popular party animals.
    The teachers were closer to the truth.
    That was one of the reasons we hated GORG; they made partying hard. Their party rules were very strict. The only rule about parties was that there were no parties allowed. Total party poopers.
    It was no wonder we got taken to the base so soon.
    We gave up our freedom for some stupid parties.
    We claimed we were going to overthrow the government so that we could party freely every night. We got pretty far in the two weeks we were plotting.
    "Ok, so party Thursday night at Josh's dorm, then we can sleep in math class on Friday morning, then we're all set to kick some GORG guard asses," Daniel said, smiling like a goof.
    "They won't know what's coming," Chase added, punching Daniel hard on the shoulder.
    "Oh, buddy, we sure as hell know what's coming."
    I froze. That was not the voice of one of my three friends. That was the voice of a grown man. My heart picked up speed.
    "I think our ass kicking time has come a little earlier than expected," Chase whispered. I couldn't move to look at him and I was too frozen to laugh.
    But I heard the grunt before I saw Chase's face fall onto the table, unconscious.
    I could barely let out a scream before I felt something crack my skull. My vision went blank before I had a second to comprehend what was happening.

    I woke up by myself in a white room. The moment my eyes opened, the door was opened and a GORG guard pulled me up to my feet. I almost passed out from moving so fast. I had a pounding headache and couldn't see straight. It took all of my strength to put one foot in front of the other.
    The hallway was white, too white. I squinted against the light. It made me even more dizzy than I already was and I could barely see where we were going.
As my eyes slowly got adjusted to the blinding white color, I could make out doors along the hallway and more hallways branching off. It all looked the same except for the numbers on the doors.
    And then Andrew came out from one of the hallways. I knew who he was instantly. We had been plotting against him and Emery for weeks. We knew their faces like the back of our hands.
    "Ashton. How wonderful it is to see you. It seems you won't be 'kicking some GORG ass' anytime soon."
    The audacity. I couldn't even look at him. I was starting to have a little more control over my body now, but I pretended not to understand what he was saying.
    He believed my act, or pretended to believe it. We walked along in silence, Andrew in the lead, until we came to a secure metal door. Andrew pulled a keycard out of his pocket and swiped it. The door opened and I was dragged through it. It closed instantly behind me as I contemplated using that door as my escape from this stupid place. I hadn't even found out where I was or what I was doing here and I was already plotting once again. Maybe that wasn't so good of an idea. I'm sure people had attempted that before. And how would I be able to navigate those white hallways?
    Instead I just let the guards drag me along. I saw other teenagers walking by, but none of them even lifted their gaze off the floor. Though, who could blame them?
    We finally stopped in front of a door, room number 315. Andrew opened the door and walked in, sitting at the desk. The guards pushed me inside and stood in front of the open doorway.
    Fuck them.
    I flopped down on the bed and closed my eyes. I was tired and didn't want to see their stupid faces. The bed wasn't very comfortable though. I could feel the springs in the mattress.
    "Well, all the information you need is on the desk, including your keys." I heard him stand up from the chair and footsteps across the room. "Sleep well." And the door slammed shut.
    I didn't let myself feel any emotions. I pushed back the fear, the anger, the confusion, everything. I was good at that. It was helpful to be able to block off emotions when you were plotting and partying all the time. We didn't want to let GORG or any of the other popular people to know what we were really feeling.     I guess none of that mattered now that I wouldn't be seeing any of the popular people anymore. Eventually I drifted off into sleep.