MELANIE SANTIAGO
It's been a long journey so far. I managed to get to Washington DC in one piece. Once a beautiful city, a symbol of ayr freedom, now it's in ruins as are all cities in the Republic. It took me forever to get to Washington DC, there were so many roadblocks in and around New York. It was only yesterday that I got to see my brother, but it seemed liked years. I was so happy to see my big brother. I miss him everyday of my life. I was sad and hurt at the way he looked. He wasn't the same person I remembered. Being in prison congaed him it changed everybody. It doesn't surprise me by the way he looked or how he's been treated. Our dear president Katherine Sullivan hates my family and she would do anything to destroy us and she's doing a good job.
She has succeed in destroying my family. She killed my father and I'm pretty sure Katherine knows my mother is dead. I'm the only one left out of my whole family that is not dead or in prison. Only time will tell if our dear president comes after me. Back to my journey. The bus I'm in is passing another road block which is like the 10th one we passed since leaving New York. The bus driver stops the bus he tells us to get out and show our papers which we all do. I show my papers to the trooper and he gives me a nasty look. That's the 10th nasty look maybe more that I received and again he's writing something down. I wonder why he's doing that. He hands me back my papers and he gives me an evil smile.
I start walking back to the bus, I turn around look at the trooper, he's still looking at me. I'm scare, nervous and terrified. He continues to look at me. I am now running back to the bus and I almost trip on a rock. I made it safely back to the bus and took my seat. why does this keep happening to me? Everywhere I go every single shock trooper looks at me and giving me horrible nasty looks. I didn't do anything to these people to give them any reason to treat me like this. Maybe I'm being paranoid right its just paranoia. It's me just being crazy. I need to calm down and continue my journey to Virginia.
I look out of the window to get one last look at Washington DC and I remember how this city use to stand for freedom and now I see another wasteland. I'm still looking out the window when I notice the same trooper is talking on the phone and I could tell it's about me. I refuse to let it bother me. I calmly get up from seat and walk to another empty seat away from that trooper. I'm relieved the bus is moving and I'm one step closer to my destination. This has been a very long day. I close my eyes and relax hoping to get to Virginia in one piece.