Lacey's POV:
I'm the president. I'm the 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
"I don't even know. I've never been busted by the police before.""Come inside. We need to create a plan."I plop down on his couch and turn on the tv.
Shawn's POV:What the hell would I want with Tiana? I don't want to be an instrument for her control. I pity anyone who's had to suffer that role. Honestly. Why would Kara want me with her? The whole thing is confusing. I barely know if I have any feelings for Kara--and we've spent a lot more time together. There's something I don't know. Maybe it's their chance to use the quiet kid as a pawn in some game. What if this whole thing was a game? I know who she hangs around. She literally had to force herself to do this with me. I'm fucking stupid for thinking other than the obvious. She probably told them all about our--my--plan. They're all laughing at me, I bet. All these thoughts are making my mellow expression sour by the second. But then I turn to her, with her head rested on my shoulder, and I don't want to believe that all this was just a joke to her. I had never even thought of Kara in that way before she randomly kissed me at the party--then Rochel slap
Kara's POV:"You really need to clean up in here.""Put that down," I slowly remove a glass snowglobe from her grasp. She's literally rearranging my room, and calling her commands suggestions. I know I don't actually have a choice in the matter."I think it's pretty neat, actually."She lifts an eyebrow, "In what world?""Wait, why do I have to clean? It's not like anyone's gonna be in here.""The cookout," she rolls her eyes, "Remember?""Oh, right," I slap my forehead. I almost forgot. Another event where we discuss the success of the New World and stocks. Yay. My parents' friends, whose children also happen to be my friends, come over to eat good food (courtesy of my dad) and listen to music.The idea of this cookout could not be more excruciating right now. Jack's dad will be there. Tiana will be there. Usually Andrew and his parents attend, but who knows where he even is?I wonder if mom knows about