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Am I the only one bothered that our children are penned up and medicated, but chickens, cows and pigs need to be “free range” and drug free?

At District High School #6241, Connor wants only to get close to Liz, the cheerleader whose locker is just across the hall, and forget the suicide of his father in jail, but his family’s dark past and a rebellious nature force him to the fringes of student social circles and into an unlikely alliance to fight back against a tyranny of conformity.

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M.T. Bass

An Electron Alley Publication

Copyright © 2016 by Electron Alley Corporation


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"Connor…Connor…Hey, Connor!"

The boys were gathered haphazardly on the tabletop and benches of the park picnic table like crows meeting up around discarded food scraps. Payne smoked. Jeff carved his name in the tabletop with a pocket knife. Frank sipped an energy drink and Adam stared out at the lake. Connor warily eyed a white Chevy Tahoe with decals that said Homeland Security, Federal Protective Services and POLICE as it slowed and turned off Lake Road into the parking lot.

The five were part of a loose and officially unsanctioned group of high school friends who called themselves the Uns, as in un-involved and un-interested in what went on within the concrete block walls or on the fenced-in grounds of District High School #6241. The group played The Fives over who would stay behind to carry their RFID embedded student ID cards to class, while the rest of the Uns played good old fashioned hooky. Jay was the one stuck back in class that day. Frank told them that as long as their badges registered as present in class for attendance the district got their money from the government, so the school administrators didn’t worry about whether they were really in Ms. Easley’s Phonics Ed class or Mr. Burn-out’s Social Justice Studies class. Frank’s dad was on the school board or something, so they believed him and it seemed to be true—none of the teachers or principals really cared. Otherwise, they would have used biometrics to keep track of the students.

The white government Tahoe pulled into a parking spot next to the flag poles which surrounded an ancient artillery piece from some long-forgotten battle fought over a hundred years ago to make the world safe for democracy or something. It was placed there as a punctuation mark to the state designated name for the green space on the shoreline: Veterans Memorial Park. Connor had never paid much attention to the government vehicles from Homeland Security and the Border Patrol which paraded up and down Lake Road, until the night his father insisted that Connor and his mom go for a walk along the beach without their cell phones and he told them that there was trouble at the clinic: Medical Review Board officials were displeased with the fact that he sometimes treated people without the proper paperwork. It didn’t matter that he provided his services free and paid for supplies and medication out of his own pocket. Connor asked what it all meant and his father claimed he didn’t know, but Connor did not really believe him. A few weeks later, his dad was arrested. Before the trial could begin, he was found dead in his jail cell. Officials called it suicide. Connor and his mother felt differently, but they were careful to keep those thoughts to themselves. After that family walk on the beach, the Uns always left their cell phones in their lockers whenever they went off campus and Connor began to take notice