Fight Against All Odds
Prologue
Time: 2 years from present
Location: what you call America, what I call hell
Over the past year gray seemed to be the only color I saw. Gray clothing, gray buildings, gray food...
Heck, even the music was gray.
I smiled as I patted the hidden pocket I had sewn to the inside of my dull gray pants. The shirt and pants I was wearing was the only clothing I owned.
In it conained my ipod, and a charger. My only connection to my old life.
I brushed a strand of hair that had fallen from my tight ponytail that was required of all females to wear.
How scandalous that a strand of hair wasn't perfectly in the ponytail the government officials would say. I suspected rumors of me being a "slut" to be passed around.
I could only imagine their reaction if they found out about my ipod, filled with rock or what they call "rebellious trash."
I would be excecuted along with the other "rebels."
I sighed as I walked over to a bench and sat down.
I finally took notice of my surroundings. I was in the alley that sepperated my "family's" (my family they had assigned to me after the revolution) apartment from one of the tall factory buildings.
It was getting dark. I shouldn't be out this late. I brushed the strand of dark brown hair out of my face again.
A figure stepped out of the shaddows. A man. I gasped, surprised.
He was wearing a black hoodie and the hood was over his head. He also wore tight black jeans.
Black. A color so often associated with gray....but not gray.
It was beautiful to see another color.
He tilted his head up and watched the sky intently.
I watched him quietly. He was so peaceful. All I could do was stare.
He then looked down again. Turning around he slowly walked towards wherever he came from.
He then looked over and noticed me. All I could see was the shadow of his face.
He looked up so that I could see his face.
His eyes were deep blue.
I knew those eyes.
Location: what you call America, what I call hell
Over the past year gray seemed to be the only color I saw. Gray clothing, gray buildings, gray food...
Heck, even the music was gray.
I smiled as I patted the hidden pocket I had sewn to the inside of my dull gray pants. The shirt and pants I was wearing was the only clothing I owned.
In it conained my ipod, and a charger. My only connection to my old life.
I brushed a strand of hair that had fallen from my tight ponytail that was required of all females to wear.
How scandalous that a strand of hair wasn't perfectly in the ponytail the government officials would say. I suspected rumors of me being a "slut" to be passed around.
I could only imagine their reaction if they found out about my ipod, filled with rock or what they call "rebellious trash."
I would be excecuted along with the other "rebels."
I sighed as I walked over to a bench and sat down.
I finally took notice of my surroundings. I was in the alley that sepperated my "family's" (my family they had assigned to me after the revolution) apartment from one of the tall factory buildings.
It was getting dark. I shouldn't be out this late. I brushed the strand of dark brown hair out of my face again.
A figure stepped out of the shaddows. A man. I gasped, surprised.
He was wearing a black hoodie and the hood was over his head. He also wore tight black jeans.
Black. A color so often associated with gray....but not gray.
It was beautiful to see another color.
He tilted his head up and watched the sky intently.
I watched him quietly. He was so peaceful. All I could do was stare.
He then looked down again. Turning around he slowly walked towards wherever he came from.
He then looked over and noticed me. All I could see was the shadow of his face.
He looked up so that I could see his face.
His eyes were deep blue.
I knew those eyes.
I love the story but it really triggered my emotions
4/23/13