“Michael, get up.  You’re going to be
 late for school.”  Regina called.

“Coming Mom.”  It was the answer Regina wanted to hear, but she saw no evidence of her son’s appearance in the kitchen where he should have been ten minutes ago.

Michael entered the room in his blue coveralls.  They matched his mother’s and father’s.  In fact, they matched the residents of everyone in the city.  The President and Congressmen had gotten tired of the school shootings stemming from jealousy and decided to get rid of it all together.  

I had been working in the small local diner for about six months. Money was tight at our house and upcoming graduation was expensive, so the extra money was a big help. I loved working there and loved, loved, loved my customers.  Bill always showed me pictures of his wife and kids.  They were precious.  Francis was an older woman who had just lost her husband.  She hated cooking for herself so she came in the diner often for a square meal.  I made it a point to

Stephanie sat in her chair with attached desk in US History class.  In front of her was a test with 80 questions. The teacher wanted to know about the Constitutional Convention and James Madison’s Virginia Plan.  These were things that happened over 200 years ago.  What did it have to do with today?

Stephanie placed her hand on her back to ease the pain.  Her feet and hands were swollen.