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A Dystopian Story

So I wrote this for a project in seventh grade with one of my friends that's NOT tomato (believe it or not). I'm not editing it from the original document.

Dystopia Project

Kio and Dino (Her MC name)

It all started way back when we were free. We could choose our job, or spouse, and where we lived. We could live our lives until we couldn't. Tonald Dump (I still reference Tonald Dump) our 'president' (who soon became a dictator) noticed some bad things in Mexico, where we lived. He saw poverty, drugs, and violence but instead of fixing the problems he banished them. He built a walled in society where everything was controlled by him, and a couple others, but mainly his power-hungry self. Everything was chosen by him and our freedom was gone forever, or so we thought.

"OK, look," I told one my patients, "you have Muerte, a deadly disease and it will kill you in a week. If I give you this shot," I looked up and saw Jared, my supervisor, giving me the stink eye. "It will kill you in an hour" I finished up quickly.

"WHAT!" My patient screamed, "It will-" Jared stormed into the room, covered her mouth, stuck the needle in her arm and knocked her out cold with the lamp in the corner. He raised the lamp above his head.

"Tell another person what you just said, and THAT," He said pointing to the unconscious child, "is your future, Dylan." He dropped the lamp at my feet and left as I rolled my eyes. He never had the nerve to hit me. He acted like he was the all-knowing, but he is no better than me, or Wes, or Michaela. Like I had mind powers, they entered the room. Wes stood in his incredibly handsome doctor coat, and Michaela walked in with her stressful vibe.

"Are you Ok?" She asked worriedly. Michaela is always worried. Especially when it comes to doing the right thing, even when the right thing, is the wrong thing.

"I'm fine." I stated, "Jared is the one who needs help. Mental health. He needs to go and commit Touching Spirit Bear. He needs Circle Justice and get help on anger issues."

"Don't talk like that." Michaela shushed, "He could hear you and get you thrown out and you would never get to see anyone ever again."

"You also wouldn't get to be supervisor, and boss Jared's kids around." Wes added.

"That's a deal breaker." I said trying to catch Wes's attention, but he didn't seem to notice so I went on. "But don't you guys see how bad we're living?" Michaela and Wes just stared at me like I had three heads. "Our parents will tell us how they used to be free?" I said trying to jog their memory.

"My mom would only tell me about how she used to work at Publix and that she lived in her 25-year-old car. Her mom forced her to marry this guy, who was rich, just so she could have a place to live. If that was good, where are you living now? We have guaranteed features, spouses, and places to live. Why live in fear, when you could live here!" Michaela chirped.

"If you are thinking of escape, I'll join you." Wes rebutted.

To be honest, I was thinking of doing a strike or boycott, but escaping might be a better option, so I played along. "Of course! I was thinking to do an escape, and I thought that Michaela's brain, Wes's strength, and my leadership, we could find a way to escape. Are you in?" I asked, wondering how much trouble I just got myself into. Wes shrugged and I took it as "sure, why not"

"No way! You could get in so much trouble! We could get thrown out, killed, lost and left for dead, sick, hurt, eaten..." Michaela said trailing off into the many ways we could die.

"Or we could live." Wes blurted. Sometimes it amazes me how cool Wes can be.

"Let's meet in the break room at 7:36 tonight to make a plan." I looked over at Michaela," please."