Louise pressed the big red button.

Suddenly everything started shutting off.

We ran as fast as we could to an exit.

Of course Troye hadn't told us the way out.

That was okay because Frank had an excellent memory and got us out of there in time.

Would everything change or would it all stay the same?

God I hope it changes so we can finally be ourselves.

The real us.

God knows this ain't us.

We have different clothes choices.

We have different haircuts and styles.

We're lesbian, gay, bisexual, trans*, pansexual, asexual, etc.

We have different writing styles.

We do illegal things.

We aren't all the same.

I am me and you are you.

These rules will not control us anymore.

You must wear the same clothes, you must have the same haircut as everyone else of your sex, no freaks are allowed (as in lgbtq+ people), everyone must write the same, no inappropriate behaviour, no sexual activity, don't lie, don't steal, no drugs,  no alcohol and no tattoos or piercings.