Chapter Four: Kaleb's Point of View

Waking up for school is always the hardest thing to do, I realize it's necessary. Even though our corrupt government had screwed up everything, they still believe in a good education, so the schools are open and running. Teachers are paid handsomely and most of them support the government, just because of the money.

Fluttering my eyes open, I look at the clock, it's time to rise. I struggle with the light coming through my bedroom window, the day always seems to want me awake, never letting me get a good night's sleep. I've been tossing and turning since five thirty when the sun decided to wake up.

"Baby, it's time to wake up. Don't make me send my sister in there." My mother is calling from the kitchen; I can hear the crackling of eggs on the stove. I love my mother, she always seems to have things ready and cooking no matter what time I wake up.

Getting up, I stumble through my room, picking up a shirt and some pants on the way, getting out and walking into the bathroom. I need a shower, I love the feeling of the warm water washing all around me, for the fifteen minutes I am in there, I feel my worries for the day just wash down the drain. Even though they never will be gone, I feel like they will when I'm in the shower.

I hear the door open, a sweet smell runs into the bathroom. I peak out the shower curtain and my sister is standing at the sink, her makeup bag on the counter, she is applying her mascara. "Good morning, sleepyhead."

I smile, this family doesn't really have boundaries. It's not a big deal, we're a close family even though we go through some of the worst days. I turn off the water and get my towel from the shower curtain bar, drying off in the shower. I reach out, grabbing my clothes, getting ready in the shower. I step out, throwing my towel over the rod again and steeping over to the sink.

"Who are you trying to impress?" I smirk, my sister can be vain sometimes, she looks beautiful with or without make-up, but don't tell her that. She'll disagree until the end of our days.

"The same people you are." She laughs, patting my head, "If I have to compete with your natural beauty, how the hell will the boys ever see me?"

Walking out of the bathroom, I take a seat at the table, pulling the chair further away. I stand at 6'2, so everything is a little small to me. I brush my blonde hair out of my blue eyes, letting it fall in place. The one thing I have to love about my style is the fact I never have to spend hours getting ready.

"Here are some eggs and bacon. Hope you're hungry." My mother comes over, smiling and kissing me on the cheek. "You have to be nice and strong so you can find a nice husband."

I came out to my family when I was fifteen, I was so terrified to do so, expecting the worst from it. I expected to be turned over to the guards and executed. But instead of the worst, my family accepted me with wide open arms. They were extremely accepting, my dad used to talk about an uncle he had that was gay, he said he was the best uncle a guy could ever have.

Sometimes when my mother would talk about me finding a husband, I felt like she had disillusions about something. Even if I met a boy and wanted to get married, we'd have to keep our love a complete secret, with fear of death every single day. I would never get married, I would never have kids, I would be miserable my entire life.

Walking in from the back door, my father stepped in. He looked so much older than he was, with his wrinkles standing out on his face. I knew it was because of stress, especially because he was the leader of the Rebellion party, a group of people that wanted to take out the current government. My dad often talked about howCanadawas before this all happened, his grandpa used to talk about it.

"Hello beautiful lady. What are you doing in my house?" My dad smirked, wrapping his arms around my mother, her face immediately brightening up.

"Oh sir! I just wanted to feed these poor children."

My dad kissed my mother, almost making her drop the skillet she was holding. He walked over and sat at the table, getting ready for some food. My dad ate a lot; I was surprised he was as well in shape as he was. You'd think with all he ate, he'd be huge.

Out of everything in the world, my parents had a normal marriage. Most people in the streets did though, even if the laws prohibited women to do anything. My father gave my mother respect and he truly did love her. She wasn't an object to him; she was the love of his life. Inside our house, she was gold ... even when they went out in the city together; he wasn't as harsh as some other men. He would still open the door, still kiss her, it was all adorable high school love.

"And how are you today, sport? Ready to meet that lucky man?" Grabbing a forkful of eggs, he stuffed his face, ketchup falling on the side of his mouth. He never was a good eater, I have no clue what my mother saw in their dinner dates.

"Yes sir!" I laughed.

Jessica sat down next to me, she looked beautiful. She had long blonde hair, her small features were brought out by her make-up, her stunning blue eyes overpowering mine because of her eyeliner. She put a napkin on her lap and started eating some of her bacon.

This was a normal day, we had family meals, we enjoyed each others company. I wondered how the Powell family did their meals, all the way up in the manor of theirs. I knew the father hated women, so was he just beating his wife? Or did he leave that for the guards. I sighed, terrible thoughts.

"Okay! Get up and go to school! I want to see some A's in that report card Jessica. And Kaleb, I expect a boy coming home to meet us tonight" My mother's soft smile came out, she was always a teaser.

"I can't make any promises. But I'll try. Maybe someday I'll bring home a nice boy." I smiled, putting my plate in the sink. I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. The walk to school was about ten minutes, but it went by when me and my sister walked together and talked.

Even though I was a popular kid, I was really protective of my sister. She still had a feeling things would change and she would find a man like my father. I hoped this was the case, but if she ever got picked to be with another man who was less progressive, my family would have absolutely no choice in the matter. We would be all killed if we refused.

I walked to my locker, putting my backpack away and grabbing my math book. I hated math, it was so complicated. But I loved going to school, so I guess I would suffer through it. I closed my locker door, starting towards my class. I looked down at the floor to see a book on the ground. Reaching down I went to pick it up, looking at the name.

My mouth dropped open, I stopped and stared at the book, the name almost jumping off the page at me. I tried to put it back down but a hand grabbed mine, white skin on mine, I looked up at him.

"Sorry. That was my book, I accidently dropped it on the way to my English class. Can I please have it."

"Uh .... Sure. Here you go." A stuttered, trying to remain calm.

And with those few words, he grabbed his book and walked away. And here I stood, watching Avery Powell walk through the hallways. The Prime Minister's son. What were these feelings?