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the trigger, and the pop rattled my brain, and silenced those behind me. The officers quickly reacted and pointed their rifles at me.
         “Drop the fucking gun!” the officers screamed.
    “Are we going to be heard?!” I shouted. “Too many of our loved ones have been lost because of the changes that have been made to this government!”
    “Lady, drop your weapon or we will kill you!” I could hear the intensity in the officers' voices as they screamed at me.
    “You would kill me! I haven't hurt anyone but you're all prepared to put down an innocent teenager!” I shouted. “Do it.” I muttered. “Shoot me!”
    “What the fuck are you doing?!” Linda shouted to me.
    I looked back to see her making her way to the front of the protest and it was at that moment, I felt something sharp fly into my neck. I rubbed my hand against the side of my neck and felt a large, plastic object protruding from my neck. I motioned to pull whatever it was out, but the blue sky went dark and I fell asleep.
    Marie was right. We did belong here. Well they did. Then again, maybe I did. Even though I didn't kill the president, my past actions may have presented this karma to me.
    I woke up inside of a jail cell, my eyes peeling open to an officer standing in front of me.
         “Had to get you out of there, those officers were prepared to blow your head off.” the officer said.
    “Why didn't they?” I asked, sitting up.
    “18 year old girl, killed during a supposedly peaceful protest?” the officer said. “That's just bad publicity.”
    “You all should be used to it. Everyone knows about your system's dirty work.”
    The officer smiled which agitated me a bit. “You think the system dirty, corrupted; I say the system is held to a certain degree in which you are to young to even understand and it is my job to protect that system.” he explained. “I'm sorry, I believe we got off to a bad start. Ms. Dodson, I'm Detective Jones and I'm here to convince my colleagues that your actions out there were just a huge mistake.”
    “Don't talk to me like I'm some fucking subordinate!” I snapped. “I was completely aware of my actions.”
    Officer Jones gave me a frown. “Alright.” he said, turning and sliding open the cell glass wall. “Suit yourself. We'll let you out of here when your attitude decides to change.” he said before he exited the cell and locked the cell glass back into place.
    “Prick.” I muttered, watching him walk away. There he went, just like the rest of those brain washed dummies, acting under the corrupted law, assuming that he knew me and what went through my head. They assumed we were going to stay peaceful. They assumed that no drastic action would take place, but as soon as I brought out a change in the base line, panic ensued and our message began to slowly take it's place, that is until they put me down. They assume I had nowhere to go from here. No plans to resume while in their custody but the problem for them was they held way too much confidence in their assumptions. Today would mark another milestone in our cult's history. The day we started to forcefully push our messages into the hearts that run and beat on this flawed and unfair system.
         I could see the sun beginning to set, and my stomach begin to growl loudly. Officer Jones made his way back to my cell, holding a full paper bag. “Hungry?” he asked with a smile.
    “No.” I lied, trying to remain as invulnerable as possible.
    “That's not what your stomach is saying.”
    “What do you want?”
    “I just want a little change of heart.” he said. “Come on, what do you say? Act like a sweetheart, and walk out of her with a bag of goodies.” he teased. “Or stay in there and let your stomach growl until it collapses.”
    “I don't need to choose.” I smiled.
    “There it is. The first smile I've seen from you.” he laughed.
    “I'm going to walk right out of here, and I guarantee you won't be able to do a