I open the unlocked front door to see Shawn's mom butt-ass naked on the couch.
Yep, she's as comfortable as I remember.
Kara's POV:Once he finishes cleaning up the mess--by himself, I start to draft a text to Jack, but frankly I have no clue what to say.Get the fuck out of my house, weirdo; What about "break up" don't you get?;or maybe the infamous read notification? That never works. I just have to deal with him in person... sadly. Shawn insisted on wiping up the lemonade himself, so that I wouldn't "ruin anything else". Jokes on him, I wouldn't have objected anyway.
Kara's POV:Okay. It's a new day. Sure, my circumstances have not changed--this hasn't been a normal summer since the beginning. I'm fine, though. I'mfine.Time to go to work and do normal teenage girl things.
Kara's POV:That guy... Mr. Grayson, I guess, is gathering everyone. He has his blue suit and mask on. I honestly think he looks ridiculous, but hey, ifhebelieves it'll get us closer to a counterrevolution, far be it from me to question it."My people!", he booms, "What are we gathered here for?".Andrew raises his hand, "The counterrevolution!", he shouts so that everyone can hear."Yes, Andrew,that is our purpose. We will bring the world back to normalcy", he announces."Chant, I tell you,chant"."RE-VERSE, RE-VERSE", the crowd emphasizes each syllable. Just like that first night. Everything's the same--except it's dayand I'm here voluntarily (more voluntarily...).I look over at Shawn and he's chanting will all his might. I never would have pegged him for a team effort kind of person.He's obviously passionate about this cause. Maybe I
Lacey'sPOV:I'm the president.I'mthe president. I keep repeating this in my head. I'm convincing myself--no I'm convincing them.I don't need to convince them. I'm assertive, agressive, and I get shit done.Right?That's how I should act.That's how it needs to be.There's no alternative.I look through the large windows of the oval office and I see my great big city. I see the place I've transformed from a crime capital to a respectable society.I did it.Certain contributors helped, but essentially I created this world. Terra, my she rest in peace, was my best friend. Ever since I met her, I think I've been a better person, really.She convinced me not to blame myself for what happened that night so long ago; she helped me gain the courage to build this society we live in now. Mental note: I need to call Harold to check up on him and Jack.
June 2040Kara's POV:It's staring at me, like literally staring. I shouldn't have done it. Why did I take the stupid book?I hope toGod he doesn't notice, but what if he does? I highly doubt thathe writes in a diary every day.But then again, I shouldn't assume.I'm tempted to read it. I should read it, or else what the hell was the point in taking it? It's a thick black leather book. It looks somewhat worn, but largely unused. It's probably just filled with gaming or sports stuff.I should try to return it--ASAP. Like right now."Kara!", mom calls from behind the door. "Open up!""Here I come", I reply. Oh lord.I open the door to see her standing with her arms crossed, sporting a disapproving look. She's holding something: a rectangular pink and white box.Wait."Mom, are youserious?", I slap my forehead. She can't be serious
I look around frantically because it could be anywhere around the bag. Maybe when I changed out of my regular clothes, it fell? I don't know."Are you good?", Shawn asks.I guess I look pretty insane, scraping at the inside of my bag like a crazy person."Uh, yeah", I take a deep breath, "fine".Who the hell could have taken it? Or maybe I left it at home? Or misplaced it? No. I checked my bag three times just to be sure. It has to be here.Just as my luck is about to expire, Jack walks up, "Can we talk?""Now's not a good time", I huff, still scraping hopelessly at the bag."But I need to talk to you", he looks me and Shawn up and down, "And you don't look too busy", he reaffirms."Well, I am", I say, frustrated."I just", he runs his hands through his hair."She doesn't want to talk to you", Shawn interjects."I don't remember asking you", Jack inches closer."Alright, alright", I raise my voice, I
Shawn's POV:"Did you really have to hit her?", I ask with my arms crossed. Rochel can get a bad temper, and she's pretty controlling. Now, I don't like to be controlled, but it's hot when she does it.She just grunts in response.
Lacey's POV:Cracking down these radical factions has gotten easier since the beginning of the Reversal. In the beginning, I remember receiving so much backlash. About 40% of the population was on board. 50% resented it, but they were willing to comply. And the last 10% was the minority of radical (mostly men) people trying to win back their misogynistic society. We repressed that immediately. But naturally, as those weeds were plucked, more arose, which is why our loyal "Societal Coordinator" Harry is in charge of burning them. We use "Societal Coordin