February 29   Survival Is Key

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The Ruler has never made a live presentation ever. He has always pre-prepared his speeches and then records it. Always the same. There is a picture of our flag but never his face. Us commoners shouldn’t be trusted with the knowledge of his facial features. We usually here his voice over the radio so it wouldn’t matter anyway. But it makes it all suspicious. The voice is always the same and sometimes I wonder if it’s really him. But you get disposed of if you think like that.

Sky and I have caught the bus as usual. Not many of the children can afford someone to take them to school. Our school uniform is the same as everyone else’s in the whole continent. Grey skirt and white blouse. The only problem is that by the time it’s handed down to the next child the shirt is more grey and the skirt is black from dirt. At school we learn Mathematics, English, French, Spanish, History and Life Sciences. History always causes a row in our house because apparently it’s completely incorrect. They only teach us about wars and how bad the past was. It’s a futile attempt to make us believe that now is better than then. Which couldn’t be true because people die everyday, all hours of the day. Life Science is supposed to teach us all about what we’ll need to know when we leave school. This subject is a complete joke to me. They teach us how to handle a baby, cook and work a job at the same time. They’ve taught us how to clean a whole house in an hour and a half. It’s aggravating. It’s like all we’re good for is babies, cleaning the house and cooking. It’s pathetic that they would believe that I am going to sit back and live a stupid life at home. I’m going to go out and make a difference in the world.

In Life Science we were all asked what we wanted to be when we grew up. My answer, written in black ink was

THE RULER

My parents received numerous letters. It was a bit traumatic them. But I am not going to sit back while people die in un-noble ways. Not only is it sad, traumatic and mean but it’s wrong. When I grow up I’m going to make a difference…



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