Forgotten children 17. chapter

Jeff, his siblings, Benjamin and I were laying on the couch, watching TV and eating pizza and candies (Why we would eat something healthy, when we were allowed to eat whatever we wanted?), when the programme was suddenly intrrupted because of extra news broadcast.

 There had been an outbreak of thousands of people and Angels in protests, in Suburbia and five other cities. The Angels were all "stolen" or unreported, and there was rumors that AF-society was behind the protests, so polices had been sent to disperse the protests, altough you could see from the video that almost half of the police officers had changed side and the crowd was winning.

"We have to join in the protest!",Jeff exclaimed exitedly. Jenny looked at her big brother like he had finally gone crazy and sighed: "Idiot, those polices have guns, and soon they will propably ask the army to come here or something. What we, six kids, could do?"

"So what? What if Jessie was Angel, would you just let them take her to some place where she is beaten and abused, without doing anything?", Jeff asked provocatively. "Of course not!", Jenny snapped. "What is different now, then, don`t we have to do anything as long as it is for some unknown person, but we do expect others to come to help us when it comes to Jessie?"

That silenced Jenny. "Alright then, but don`t get into trouble, okay?", she said, already given in. "Of course not, when I had ever been in trouble?", Jeff asked over innocently, and Jenny sighed like she was a mother of childs in defiance age, which, in fact, wasn`t far from truth.

Forgotten children 16. chapter

Luckily I got at least one friend. Jeff had also been abandoned by his parents, his mother had become pregnant during high school and Jeff `s father had just left her and gone to army, so she started to take drugs. Because Jeff`s mother didn`t really cared about her childs and was hardly ever at home, and Benjamin and I were lonely in the mall, I asked if Jeff and his siblings (Two sisters, Jenny who was 9 and in same as class Benjamin, 7 year old Jessie, and little brother Jack who was 5), wanted to move to the mall with us.

They had lived by stealing food and money, because their mother never cooked to them, and they teached me and Benjamin steal too. We wouldn`t have to, our parents were rich enough to feed us all, but it became some kind of game. We stole only from our parent`s stores and from rich people, it was revenge to my parents, and left a note with "Forgotten children" written to it.

Soon our "gang" was in the news, and now, three years later, we were legend in our school. It was actually quite funny how my classmates first laughed and made fun of us, and minute later they told each other exitedly about Forgotten children`s new attacks. No one knew the truth about us.

It was Fourth of July, and I had just turned 15, when the Rebel of Angels started.

Forgotten children 15.chapter

I have lived in a mall with my little brother for past nine years. After Benjamin`s third birthday, our parents went back to work and forgot us. Because the mall was owned by our parents, we were allowed to eat what we wanted, take toys, computer games and movies from shops, and sleep in the furniture store, and no one said anything to us. For six years, we talked mostly just with each others, expect weekly call from our parents and making exams in nearby school, where one of the  mall workers took us to.

Everything changed when I turned 12. Until then, we had studied independently, but suddenly our parents decided that we had to go to school. On the first day, I already understood that I would never fit in.  I didn`t knew how to talk with others, and didn`t knew anyone, but everyone thought they knew me. To them I was Nathan Evergreen, spoiled bastard whose parents owned half of the city.

Yeah, my parents were Henry and Susan Evergreen, who owned hotels, malls and factories around the world, as well as one of the biggest investment banks in the USA. I had seen my parents more in the television meeting bankers and politicians than from face-to-face, but it didn`t matter to my classmates. They were jealous to me, because Suburbia was a miserable city.

There lived almost million people, but it was far from glamorous metropolies. It was full of blocks built in 80`s, run-down indrustial buildings and ready-made people whose live consist of dull office job, runnig in the hypermarkets and brainless entertainment, because they were too afraid to change their life, too afraid to stick out, but still it was their biggest dream.

Looking out at a town called Suburbia

Everybody's just fighting to fit in

Little rats running mazes, having babies

It's a vicious little world that we live in

Looking back at a life on the other side

I realize that I didn't fit in

Didn't hate it but I didn't quite relate it

To my precious little world

Breaking out of a town called Suburbia

I remember everybody always saying

"Little brat, must be crazy, never make it

In our vicious little world"

 

Lyrics are from song "The Reckless and The Brave" by All Time Low