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==Z?==
<b>Thoughtcrime</b>
She took the milk out of the refrigerator and spilled the last of it into her cereal. She knew the family didn’t have any more in the back, but she didn’t care. The rest of them weren’t up yet, and so the rest of the milk was hers. Not that she liked it, anyway.
<i>There are things,
That I said I would never do.</i>
The other kids on the bus were absolutely silent. A few of them were listening to music, but even the little kids wouldn’t make a sound. She felt a pattern. She knew she wasn’t that tired coming into school when she was younger. Even <i>she</i> had had vigor at a certain age. All the little kids wanted was to go and go home. They were growing up so fast, with none of the benefits or wisdom of age. They were <i>They were stone.
For my soul,
Is too sick and too little and too late.</i>
She thought it might have been around the end of middle school, but that couldn’t have been right. Children much younger than that were just as uninterested. It was like an epidemic of silence. She knew that she was the only one to still embrace a breezy spring day with open arms.
<i>
The more I stay in here,
The more I disappear.</i>
<i>As far as I have gone,
I knew what side I’m on.
But now I’m not so sure,
The line begins to blur.</i>
<i>Disappeared,</i> her mind used to venture, <i>what do they do with all the people they have disappeared?</i> It hadn’t been so long since her uncle Gil had vanished, and she knew it happened often but was never, ever talked about. It was Uncle Gil who had given her the With_Teeth files, her first taste in rebellious music. He said, “You’re growing up and thinking for yourself, girl, I’m proud of you. Here, I want you to hear something.” He took her hand and led her to the attic, where an ancient looking computer sat between columns of even older compact discs. He sifted through the column on the left, pulling out a small disc in a dark blue case. It was the first time a song ever spoke to her.
<i>
You’re keeping in step, with the line,
With your chin held high and you feel just fine,
Cuz you do, what you’re told,
But inside your heart it is black and it’s hollow and it’s cold.</i>
<i>
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?</i>
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Will you get up off your knees?</i>
She spent last period finishing her life-giving watermelon slices. There was nothing more she wanted than to move to New Zealand, where there is no totalitarian theocracy or thoughtcrime or anything that might get her killed.
<i>
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you wanna change it?</i>