Collection Day

Collection Day

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The day has begun. The Collection. The one day that our government takes any one that seemed like a threat. I'm not sure if we look like a threat. Random people get taken usually. I lead to my bed and cry, what if our family is a threat to the government? My mother opens the door with a slight creak. It's she yanks my blanket off and kisses my forehead. "There is nothing to be afraid of," She says softly "they won't take us, I Promise." My whole body shakes with fear. "But what if they do!" I scream "shhh" she says "I Promise they won't."
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"Dad!" I yell as I walk into the house. I'm greeted by nothing, except silence. My dad is rarely home, I don't know what I am expecting. Ever since my mom died, he's been nothing but distant with me. I mean, he was always distant, even before mom passed, but before, I thought that he just didn't care about me, now... I know he doesn't. ********** "Hello?" I say through the phone, grabbing a cloth, running it through the faucet, and pressing it against my knee. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I hear a chorus of people yelling through the crackly phone. I start to laugh. ******** My mom had died. My dad is an alcoholic that doesn't care about me. I have three best friends. One new friend (Who's a bartender/stripper/lesbian). A great job as a DJ at this amazing club. And a whole new idea to get away from my dad and stop holding on to the past. ********** "It called and emancipation," she said through the phone, laughing, knowing that I was anxious. What the HELL is emancipation!? How can it get me away from my dad!? ******** Then I meet him.

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