Utopia: Creating the perfect place in the perfect world

[Expert from Chapter 2]
Now the two soldiers were grabbing the third figure by the arms and pushing him forward. They were moving now, into the car, which lit up upon entry, illuminating their faces with a dim glow. I could see the glint of silver metal on the boy's wrist, handcuffs; used for prisoners and criminals of the law. The boy had his back turned to me, so I moved cautiously to the other end of the window, trying to get a better view of the inside of the car. The soldiers were about to close the door now; one was already heading to the wheel, but I think the boy noticed me or something, because he suddenly turned his head in my direction.
Locking eyes with him I instantly recognized his face. The face of someone I've known for a long time, seen almost every day for the past 3 years. Someone who I took almost all my classes with, went to for advice when I needed help for a project. The brown wavy hair, unmistakable kindness in his eyes.....
I silently screamed, and put my head in my hands. Holding back tears as the realization hit me; hard, like a full-force tsunami. Dismay and shock crossed through my mind and gripped my heart.
By the time I looked up again the door had already closed, and black-tinted windows concealed the face I knew so well. Logic and reason left my mind and shock and sadness returned in its place. Tears built up in my eyes, blurring my vision and clouding my head.
I gripped the edges of the window frame, wishing I could do something, anything, to stop this, erase this from happening, but it was too late.........There was nothing I could do.
Axel was gone.
And it looked like he was never coming back.
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What happens when you find a picture that seems to defy everything you've ever known? Would you chose to believe your country or your gut?
Read along as two girls find out the truth about their country's real history, and the lengths their 'perfect' nation went to keep it.