The Pistons That Pump Us

The Pistons That Pump Us

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"Imagine; a world full of perfect children. Sound Phenomenal? here at P.I.S.T.O.N. (Pubescent Introvert Service Training Orientation Now) children corrective center, we make sure that your child is fixed up to act obedient, social, intelligent, and adequate to fulfill your needs. We believe we are the next step to a perfect world. Do the right thing and make the world a social place. Join us. it's just a call away." - Introductory page - Pistons Handbook for Correction "Does you're child: rebel? talk back? act out of order? Act Depressed? Introvert him/herself? Self-harm? Fail Classes? Question Authority? question your religion? if you answered yes to any of these common questions, then you can qualify your little rebel for correction. The correction process can only be preformed from ages 12-17. And do not worry, your child we be provided food, shelter, friends, and numerous activities. We here at Pistons can deal with the worst of the worst. We just believe that all children whom disobey, deserve a good dose of discipline." - Page 2 - Pistons Handbook for Correction
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This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

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