System

"In that moment, my hatred of the System grew to an unbearable extent."

My name is Angie. I lived in America, nowhere in particular. My parents had left me and my brother on the streets when we were only young. They hated us like the too many people that hate their children. My brother was the older one. He protected me, made sure we had to eat and put up rules that would allow us to survive. We were left out to die, in front of the fangs of older teenagers. But we survived. Somehow, we survived.

But mere street gangs weren't our only problem. There was also the System. I had first heard of the organisation when they took away my brother, but I hadn't yet known what pain they would cause.

I wish I had known - although it would have made no difference.