The bomb threats kept coming at my school. No one was caught. There was a $500 reward to whoever gave any information regarding the threats. No student ever said a word. Mr. Reber came forward, saying that Mr. Delaney had written some of them. The immediately fired and arrested Mr. Delaney. Then we found out that Mr. Reber only said that because he had a thing for Miss Hanson, who had been discreetly dating Mr. Delaney. When that news came out, they couldn’t rehire Mr. Delaney because he was kept in jail as a “suspicious character” by the government. They didn’t have all the facts and were basing this strictly on his arrest charge.
Because they weren’t able to provide us with a proper education, the school gave every student an A on their report cards. There was no such thing as homework anymore.
Another video game came out. It was released for every game console and mobile device. It was called Operation: America. In this game, you drive a car down a highway. You had to dodge other cars that were trying to hit you and cause accidents. Once in a while, a middle eastern man would pull up next to your car and start shooting at you with an AK-47. The further in the game you got, the more “terrorists” there were. Some came in from the sky and landed on your hood. They didn’t use parachutes or anything like that, they were super human. Once they landed on your car, lasers shot from their eyes and tried to burn you. If you hit one of them with your car, black liquid would smear on the windshield. The passenger next to you (compatible in two-player mode) would collect the black liquid with a bucket and squeegee and then put it in the backseat. At the end of each level, you sold all the buckets of black liquid and could use the money to make upgrades to your car and weapons.
Each student was searched before the entered the school. Our bags were looked through, these rent-a-cop dickheads smashing their hands through our shit. They got really mad the day I filled my gym bag with Cheese Wiz and suggested that I had something in there.
They set up metal detectors and the searches got more intense. Hall monitors were now allowed to search anyone they wanted. Then the school found out that the hall monitors were sexually harassing people and administration decided to have the police come in to be hall monitors.
We had to sign in to the bathrooms. The bomb threats kept coming.
The school took away all passes that weren’t a permission to go to the bathroom or the nurse. They took away the Honor Passes, the Platinum Passes, the Senior Passes - all these passes that belonged to the smart kids. Smart kids don’t write bomb threats, they didn’t then and they don’t now. Smart kids make bombs and don’t tell anyone. Smart kids are smart enough to not write on the walls.
Norman had his passes taken away. They had no reason to take his away. They let us dumb kids who were writing the threats still run around, because we didn’t give a shit about having a pass or not anyway.
The Terrorists kept attacking. Now they used any car available. So far, not one office arrested a Terrorist at the highway entrance points. They arrested teens with cans of spray paint in their car and they arrested anyone “suspicious.”
MSNBC went out of business. CNN became so popular that no one bothered with MSNBC anymore. CNN built news towers next to a bunch of major highways so they could see everything that happened. An all-seeing eye. I used to wonder if the media was behind these attacks just to make money.
One day, a reporter from FOX was doing a weather report on a highway about 60 miles from my house. A car slammed into another car right behind her as she was talking about the looming rainstorm. Then the bomb went off in one of the cars. A door flew off one of the cars and came with at the reporter and the cameraman. Just before the screen went static, the whole world got to see her head get sliced right off her body. Like popping the top off a dandelion.
Now everyone tuned in to FOX.
“FOX knows where the next attack is going to take place.”
Nobody watched CNN anymore. FOX bought the watch towers from CNN. CNN went out of business a week after the decapitation that occurred on FOX.
Do you ever have a dream so real that when you wake up you have to take a moment to come back to reality? You wake up wondering, “did that really happen?” I wake up every day and the dream keeps continuing.
Nobody was happy anymore. Every person you talked to knew someone who knew someone who had perished in a car accident.
When I heard that, I came to the realization that a huge chunk of these people may have actually been a terrorist. My Uncle’s coworker could have been a Terrorist. Norman’s cousin’s best friend could have been a Terrorist. Statistically, one of them was.
Other people started realized this was well. Nobody trusted anyone anymore. But people still drove. Buses were hit. Taxis were hit. SUVs and garbage trucks, all hit.
The army came in to every major highway across the country. They searched every person and every car as fast as they could.
One day, a couple was speeding down the road. The man was driving. His wife was in the back seat, deep in labor. The baby wasn’t due for another 2 weeks. The man stopped when he got to the long line leading onto the highway. Most the time it took about 2 hours of waiting before you got on the highway. His wife was 20 minutes away from giving birth. He got out of line and sped to the front. The army immediately threw him out of the car. They ripped the wife out as well. They dragged him to the inside of the back of an army truck. They started to interrogate him. He told them the truth but they didn’t believe him. They found yellow dust on the seats of his car. They yellow dust was actually from a leaking canister of baby formula they had bought for their unborn child. But the formula canister was at the house. They electro-shocked the man when he started getting jumpy about his “pregnant wife.” She gave birth on the side of the road while the Army men ripped apart their car looking for a bomb. The man was thrown in jail according for not following the rules. As for the wife, she and her baby both died in front of 30 Army men and 600 people in their cars waiting to get on the highway.
The stomach erupts
In school, we were searched for any contraband before entering the bathrooms. The kids started hiding writing utensils in their shoes and in the lining of their clothes. Some hid them in their hair or their underwear.
A Terrorist sneaked a bomb in his shoe.
Now the Army strip searched every person before they entered the highways. Some school buses travel on highways. Every single kid was strip searched in front of each other.
The Internet was flooded with videos from perverts who taped all the strip searches from hilltops or office buildings.
American goes blind
One day, Principal Bass performed a speech about Patriotism. He read it over the loudspeakers during a lock-down. He said that scribbling things on walls wasn’t Patriotic. I got up and went into the hallway.
For being under such strict watch, the halls were always empty. I walked out a side door and walked home. It was that easy. Maybe the Terrorists felt the same way.
The attacks kept coming. One Terrorist hid a bomb up their butt to get past the strip search. Shoved it so far up the only was you’d see it is in an x-ray. A bottle of Ex-Lax was found in the ruins of the accident. That, and a jar of Vaseline.
The time it took to strip search people increased every ay. To speed things up, you were forced to drive naked. If you didn’t, the fine began at $5,000 per infraction.
Every student at my school was strip searched before we entered the bathroom.
My popularity was growing everyday. I showed up at parties more and more. I stuck copies of the Constitution to the walls and people actually read it. One day, I released 100 mice through the halls. This distracted the staff. We had 20 different bomb threats that day. Then again, everything was considered a bomb threat. Someone wrote, “I hate school.”
After the stunts I pulled, I finally became a brief leader of my school. My days were numbered, and I knew that. I told everyone to wear Band-Aides on all their fingertips and not take them off for a week. Every single person did this. United we stand.
I pricked my fingers with a needle and drew a “bomb threat” on the bathroom wall in my blood. It was a smiley face. Someone in the administration said the smile represented someone smiling because they planted a bomb in our school.
Now we were forced to walk around naked in our school. It was embarrassing at first, but everyone got used to it. Somehow, the bomb threats continued.
My school finally boarded up all the bathrooms but one. It was located right next to the Office. The bathroom had three stalls and three sinks.
Everyone in the school was forced to buy a lunch and forced to eat at the same time. If we brought lunch, we could have brought a bomb in our sandwich or a pen in our banana. Those were two examples actually told to us. We were still allowed to carry backpacks though.
One day, I brought three 20 oz soda bottles filled with Ex-Lax to school. I gave them to Norman. While I made a scene about being touched inappropriately by one of the hall officers, Norman sneaked into the kitchen and poured all the Ex-Lax into the chili being made for lunch.
It always felt weird eating naked. Naked students, grades 7-12, all forced to eat together. The “One Lunch” rule was created to keep us under watch and under control. This worked until you have 500 students shitting their brains out, beating down the doors of the locked up bathrooms, exploding in the hallways.
Then I stepped down as a leader of the school. I served my purpose.
The Terrorist attacks wouldn’t stop. Now everyone knew someone who had died. People started getting arrested left and right. Our government didn’t know what to do because they weren’t in control anymore. They arrested anyone for doing anything “unpatriotic.”
One morning, I woke up with my house shaking. I looked out the window and saw the army marching down my block. They had assault rifles under their arms. Some people ran into their front years to watch up close. Some people cheered, others were scared. The army marched through all the towns. They did this in every state. It was our first day of Martial Law.
A guy was arrested for not washing his hands after using a public restroom because “True Americans are clean.”
Prisons were built all across the country to hold the ever-growing number of unpatriotic criminals.
The heart fails
After the Ex-Lax incident, my school was shut down. At least I got to wear my clothes again. With the state of the nation, no one cared about finding another school for us. We simply did not have to go.
Norman needed an education. He wanted to be a doctor and he wanted to move to Canada. His mother agreed on the move, because they were both so disenfranchised with America. Recently, Norma’s dad had painted their house red, white, and blue. He even grew a goatee like Uncle Same.
With school indefinitely canceled, I spent a lot of time at Norman’s. One day, his dad woke us up for breakfast. We was wearing a jean jacket with the American flag pinned to the back, like a cape.
Their kitchen table had a 4th of July tablecloth on it. It was still two months away.
“Who wants Freedom Toast?” his dad asked.
He put French Toast on both our plates.
I had to ask. “Isn’t this French Toast?”
Norman looked at me, concerned for my misstep, but his dad didn’t miss a beat.
“No, this is Freedom Toast. I added a little more Patriotism to this batch than I normally do.”
I should explain to you here that Patriotism was actually a thing sold in stores for a little while. Like having a pet rock, or buying air, you could buy Patriotism in a couple different ways. Norman’s dad had bought it in an empty salt shaker.
“Mm, I can taste it,” I said.
He took a huge bite and made an obnoxious “mmmmmmm.”
“This is only something a true American could make.”
The flavor turned sour in my mouth and I faked my way through the rest of breakfast. I left as soon as I was done.
That night, I got a call saying that Norman and his mom were caught trying to flee the country on foot. They were shot 100 feet from the border between the US and Canada.
Some people might ask, “if you hate America so much, why don’t you leave?” I would if I could. The government didn’t tell us about the lock-down they had put us in. Nobody was allowed in or out of the country until the Terrorist attacks stopped.
Norman’s dad had found out that his wife and son were leaving him and going to flee his homeland. He had called the authorities. They were waiting for Norman and his mom, and when they tried to run, two sniper shots stopped them. Both in the head, ruining their faces. There were labeled traitors. If anyone showed up to their grave sites, they were arrested as accomplices to the traitors. Thirty kids from my school were arrested for going to Norman’s grave.
The bone marrow rots away
Half of our country was now in jail or dead. My school was transformed into a jail.
Mr. Bass was arrested for asking someone in the 7-11 where the French Roast coffee was. He forgot to call it Freedom Roast.
So, for the last six months, the government told us that keeping us in jail was keeping us safe.
Newscasters were arrested. I guess the news they reported was unpatriotic. The government shut down all TV stations. They made their own TV station and it’s the only thing that played on any channel. Speakers were installed on street corners and it played the Star Spangled Banner nonstop.
The roads were shut down completely. No one was allowed to travel in any way. “To Keep Us Safe.”
I waited for the day a flood would come and drown everyone. If God was in the White House, how did things get so bad?
I was finally arrested for listening to unpatriotic music. That means I listened to anything but the Star Spangled Banner. I’ve been in jail for one month. Our prisons aren’t segregated. I share a cell with five other people.
I’m surrounded by convicts and innocents. We’re all treated the same in here. Back in Kindergarten, when one person acted out, everyone was punished. This way that one bad child would not feel discriminated against. They call it group punishment. I feel like a Kindergartener.
One day in the showers, America dropped the soap. The government raped it in the ass.
There are approximately 15 free people in each state. A few of them did something illegal just so they could join their friends and families in jail. Followers to the end.
Somebody once said: “It’s hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass.” Were they ever right.