Ben

Raven

My grandfather has told me stories of how the world was before “Raven”, before the cameras would pursue you through every part of your day. He would tell me the stories of buildings you could go to and order your food, and places you could go to watch a movie. Of course now everything is chosen for us by the “bird” himself. Every morning I wake up to see a small red light pointed at me, watching my every move, I then go and fix my breakfast as the camera stalks me like a hungry vulture. The food like everything is chosen for us. Today, much like every day was oatmeal. I look through my wardrobe, there isn't much of a decision considering everything in the room is white. Suddenly my door swings open and a long somewhat endless looking tunnel is revealed. To me this is normal, but my grandfather would do anything in his power to disobey “Raven” even if it means taking lashes for the offense. Sometimes I wonder how it would be to not be closed in on myself, Its hard for me to imagine a world not in white, not having a directed path, not being spied upon by every waking hour. That is why I have decided to create a rebellion. I don't know how Im going to do it, or when but I cannot stand being treated as an animal while “Raven” is sitting in a world of color soaking in the light of a real sun. My will burns like fire, and only burns brighter every day.
    Today is school day, school is for ages 10-25 we always start our day by studying addition, and subtraction. Every has already mastered this but if we don't participate we have a chance to either be executed, or be sent to “The Winged One.” Next on the list is history, we spend the rest of our class time “learning” about how terrible the world was before “Raven” everyone knows its a lie but their spirits were broken the second they turned ten. Finally after 6 hours we are released to visit our families for an hour. I walk directly to my grandfather. He’s the only one I have. My parents were executed after trying to start their own rebellion. I sit by him as a few cartoons play on the big screen. Everyone else in the room has their eyes glued onto the screen, it was the only time of the day that we were actually allowed to experience color, even if cartoons only ran for 15 minutes. However today I was very interested in what my grandfather had to say. He looks up at me and grins “Good to see you” he says in a somewhat sickly voice. He hands me a paper under the table at such an angle that the cameras wouldn't see it. It reads “I know how to defeat raven”