Liberty Connor Smith
I pushed the book cart to the next aisle. I found the section I had been looking for, and pressed a book into position. I did this five other times in that aisle alone. Two girls, about my age, stood at the end of the aisle.
I could hear one of them thinking--about me, obviously.
Wow, look at her hair and her piercings. I'm amazed they let her wear that. I wish I was brave enough to do something like that.
I passed them on my way to the next aisle. I heard that same girl whisper to her friend, "What a freak." They both started laughing.
Amazing. Even with the C-Chip people are gossiping. And lying.
I went and sat back down at my desk in the front. I set my arms down and sighed.
When would this ever end?
Freedom is a privilege, not a right. We have to earn it, and sometimes we have to fight.
That's what my mom always told me.
How? I inwardly asked. How?
