darkness meets the light,
in fear it shall flee.
Not all is what it seems, open your
eyes and you will see.
When the chains break apart, the
enslaved shall be free.
When the world has changed, a new
dawn it will be.
I turn the paper over, where a
place, a time, and a date have been written on the back.
Monday, 5.30 p. m – The
Arch
Make it happen!
Is this a date?
What is this boy thinking? How am I supposed to meet him? My heart races with excitement at the thought of
doing something forbidden. I want to see Chi again. Mother has
always taught me not to crave what I could never possess. She told
me it would only bring me frustration, sadness, and anguish. Of
course, Mother is right, but a part of me is now yearning for what
I know I cannot have—one simple chance to break the rules and meet
the boy with dark brown eyes. The yearning inside me grows, a
sudden desire to get to know him, a need so sharp that it cuts
through my core. It's taking over, and a part of me just wants to
let it devour me whole.
Is his poem an invitation to
rebel? What darkness is he referring to? Our world isn’t
perfect, but for sure, it’s not that bad, right? And yet, I
can't deny that his rhymes echo something that I have felt inside
me for a while now. They express that desire I’ve had to flee, this
wish to hit something so hard it will break. They give resonance to
the rage I feel every single day, this anger that is starting to
oppress me.
The time of the meeting is not so
late that it would be hard to get there. I stay at school
occasionally after class to study with Melissa. Chi wants to meet
tomorrow though. The date isn't convenient, but I could tell Mother
I have a project to work on. I could leave school as if nothing was
going on, meet Chi, and return to the station before Walter comes
to pick me up.
The Arch is about a mile away from
my school. I'll have to walk through the forest and go up the hill
until I get there. It's a desolate place in the mountains. The
original monument was located close to Washington Square Park in
New York City. It didn’t get moved; it was simply duplicated. Only
the most important monuments and pieces of architecture were
relocated to Eboracum City and kept in shape. The Statue of Liberty
is one of them.
When the waters started rising,
our state had already spent years preparing for the eventuality of
a surge. But when Hurricane Vega hit New York City by surprise,
people had to evacuate in a hurry to escape, and not everything
could be saved. Some treasures were lost forever. It’s still
possible to see some buildings emerging from the water, or so I've
been told. No one's allowed in that area.
The Arch used to be nice and
clean. But eventually, the authorities stopped taking care of it.
It is now blackened with dirt and intertwined with vines growing
along its sides. Hardly anyone ever goes there anymore, which makes
it easy to hide and remain unseen for a while. Lance used to take
me there to play when I was little. He used to baby-sit me when our
parents had events to attend. Lance wasn't supposed to take me out,
but he disobeyed anyway and we spent hours chasing each other
around the Arch. It will be a good spot to meet Chi.
I’ve made up my mind. Tomorrow,
I’m going to meet him. Elation takes flight inside my heart like
butterflies breaking out of their ensnaring chrysalises. This joy
feels foreign and exhilarating, bringing a genuine smile to my lips
for the first time in years.
Chapter 8
I have trouble
focusing at school the next day. I
told Mother I'd be working with Melissa at the library, and she
took it for granted that I was telling the truth. Lying was not as
easy as I thought it would be. The entire time, I felt like the
deception would print itself into my skin for her to read. But I’ve
been molded into obeying so well that it'd never cross her mind
that I could lie to her. She assumes a mere frown would be enough
to keep me in place.
"Are you all
in fear it shall flee.
Not all is what it seems, open your
eyes and you will see.
When the chains break apart, the
enslaved shall be free.
When the world has changed, a new
dawn it will be.
I turn the paper over, where a
place, a time, and a date have been written on the back.
Monday, 5.30 p. m – The
Arch
Make it happen!
Is this a date?
What is this boy thinking? How am I supposed to meet him? My heart races with excitement at the thought of
doing something forbidden. I want to see Chi again. Mother has
always taught me not to crave what I could never possess. She told
me it would only bring me frustration, sadness, and anguish. Of
course, Mother is right, but a part of me is now yearning for what
I know I cannot have—one simple chance to break the rules and meet
the boy with dark brown eyes. The yearning inside me grows, a
sudden desire to get to know him, a need so sharp that it cuts
through my core. It's taking over, and a part of me just wants to
let it devour me whole.
Is his poem an invitation to
rebel? What darkness is he referring to? Our world isn’t
perfect, but for sure, it’s not that bad, right? And yet, I
can't deny that his rhymes echo something that I have felt inside
me for a while now. They express that desire I’ve had to flee, this
wish to hit something so hard it will break. They give resonance to
the rage I feel every single day, this anger that is starting to
oppress me.
The time of the meeting is not so
late that it would be hard to get there. I stay at school
occasionally after class to study with Melissa. Chi wants to meet
tomorrow though. The date isn't convenient, but I could tell Mother
I have a project to work on. I could leave school as if nothing was
going on, meet Chi, and return to the station before Walter comes
to pick me up.
The Arch is about a mile away from
my school. I'll have to walk through the forest and go up the hill
until I get there. It's a desolate place in the mountains. The
original monument was located close to Washington Square Park in
New York City. It didn’t get moved; it was simply duplicated. Only
the most important monuments and pieces of architecture were
relocated to Eboracum City and kept in shape. The Statue of Liberty
is one of them.
When the waters started rising,
our state had already spent years preparing for the eventuality of
a surge. But when Hurricane Vega hit New York City by surprise,
people had to evacuate in a hurry to escape, and not everything
could be saved. Some treasures were lost forever. It’s still
possible to see some buildings emerging from the water, or so I've
been told. No one's allowed in that area.
The Arch used to be nice and
clean. But eventually, the authorities stopped taking care of it.
It is now blackened with dirt and intertwined with vines growing
along its sides. Hardly anyone ever goes there anymore, which makes
it easy to hide and remain unseen for a while. Lance used to take
me there to play when I was little. He used to baby-sit me when our
parents had events to attend. Lance wasn't supposed to take me out,
but he disobeyed anyway and we spent hours chasing each other
around the Arch. It will be a good spot to meet Chi.
I’ve made up my mind. Tomorrow,
I’m going to meet him. Elation takes flight inside my heart like
butterflies breaking out of their ensnaring chrysalises. This joy
feels foreign and exhilarating, bringing a genuine smile to my lips
for the first time in years.
Chapter 8
I have trouble
focusing at school the next day. I
told Mother I'd be working with Melissa at the library, and she
took it for granted that I was telling the truth. Lying was not as
easy as I thought it would be. The entire time, I felt like the
deception would print itself into my skin for her to read. But I’ve
been molded into obeying so well that it'd never cross her mind
that I could lie to her. She assumes a mere frown would be enough
to keep me in place.
"Are you all
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