The price of freedom

Life is different now, we have barcodes imprinted into our wrists, forcing us to stay in our cities, there is no leaving, the supervisors don't allow it. We are not free anymore.

The barcodes hold us back like little chains are holding you in place, if you try to leave the chains yank you back in, but there are gaps, ways to leave the city without being noticed, but few know of them and sadly my sister, winter was one among those few, all because her best friend Toby was moved by the supervisors when they where 8.

everyday she went in search for gaps, everyday she would come home with a frown until my 12th birthday she skipped into the house with a huge smile. and had been seeing Toby after school everyday for a year. until she was caught and killed for disobeying the rules, that was on my 13th birthday 3 years ago. She would turn 13 today.
She died so young.

this is how I changed the rules, how I set us all free.