The bell rings wildly as everyone walks out of the building, except for me. For I stay seated in the classroom, waiting. Waiting for my next command, once I entered the school I wouldn't be able to move. The king controls us at school, all we have to do is think of the correct answer and we say it, the world being like it is now. Some had said the world had been perfectly fine, until the first gunshot was heard. Others said it wasn't a perfect world, the first gunshot just made it worse.
I try to move but can't, I can hardly see through these eyes filled with no emotion.
I struggle against it, trying helplessly to get out of this trance.
"Stop this foolishness, Jackson." Mrs. Berg says.
I don't stop, I try to break the trance, the world seeming to blur as I struggle.
Then something seems to click and I blink.
"I-how-"
"You broke free," she interrupts.
"I'm sorry-I-" she cuts me off, "you are not to tell anyone this happened, have I made myself clear?"
"Yes ma'am," I mutter.
The world suddenly starts to shake and I am sent flying into the wall. My vision starts to blur and sleep takes over. I awoke in the chair I had been sitting in before, though it was a blur of colors. As I felt around I knew it was that same room. The smooth hard wood of my desk.
I am about to sit up when I lose control of my body. The same feeling that I get as we enter the school building. Once a group of adults came along with us to school, they were taking us to this helicopter. For some odd reason all the adults stuck next to me. We were very close when the guards came they fired their guns at the people guarding me as we ran. None of the people got shot, for they all ran with the others. I was left. They had left me.
Sometimes I hoped the rebels will come back for me. Why did they let the guards take me back? I think about this for a second then push the thought away, "They will never rescue me." I thought. When my vision clears I think, "What happened?" I am surprised to hear I said it.
"Oh nothing, carry on." She says.
My father walks into the room, takes me by the arm and we walk out of the school building.
I can move again making me jump.
"So how was school?" He asks.

My father had green eyes, short brown hair and tan skin.

"Good," I say.

Twigs snap as I step into the woods, leaves crunching under my feet. I breathe in the smell of the woods bringing a delightful feeling into my body. My father didn't seem to notice, he was staring at his phone.
"Da-father?" I ask.

We were strictly forbidden to call our father 'dad'. For if we did it would be disrespecting them. Disrespecting is also forbidden. I didn't know why we weren't supposed to call our father 'dad' though. Although I knew who made the rule. The king. Our evil no-merciful king. How I hate him, I bet he hates me too. That stupid no good king. Some say he's the best king, some say he's the worst, and others think he's okay.

"Yes, Jackson?" He replied.
"I have an idea that will get us away from the awful king. We could move to the other world. All we need to do is make peace with them!" I shout excitedly.
"Jackson stop this nonsense, the king is just fine. Do not speak of this again!" He said.
"Yes, Father. I am sorry-I just thought-never mind." I say looking at the ground.
"Good,"
I narrow my eyes. "Father... are you-do you like the king?"
I suddenly fall tripping on a stone, scraping my knee. I grunt and pick myself off of the ground. Blood trickles down my leg.
He shakes his head in frustration. "Jackson, you do know the king is a good man, it would be an honor if I knew him and I expect you to feel the same way."
He had just refused peace. Peace between us all. Both worlds would be at peace. No more war. We could have a perfect world! He refused a way for us to live a better life! I glance down at my hands which were balled into fists, turning my knuckles white. Adrenaline courses through my veins. Anger building up inside of me. Sadness making my eyes fill with tears threatening to spill out. A part of me wanted to tackle my father like a mad-man. The other held self control advising me not to. A tear slips out of my eye. I quickly hide my face, wiping the tears from it. A fresh breeze blew against me, my brown hair blowing. My aqua blue eyes glistening in the sunlight. I looked up, the suns brilliant light illuminating the blue summer sky. I smile as I see the tree house. We climb up the ladder and enter the wooden home of mine. As soon as my feet touch the rough twine, I sigh in relief. School had been horrible as always except today had been worse. Bradley Giles and his friends attacked me on the way to school. The one thing the king does for me is protect me from school bullies only at school.
The tree house consisted of all kinds of wood and was hooked up with several trees to make the rooms. The walls were made of twine as was the floor. The roof consisted of both wood and twine making a circular roof. Most rooms looked the same way, besides the things that were in it. My room was quite bigger than most rooms, though I never measured the area and perimeter. We have six rooms: the dining room, kitchen, my bedroom, my fathers bedroom, living room, and the bathroom. I always wondered, "what if the twine ever broke?  Would I fall or would the tree break?"
I waited till my father had gone then I storm off to my room, I don't slam the door for fear of my father hearing.
I stay in my room for about two hours before my father enters saying, "time for dinner, Jackson."
I get off my bed and walk towards the dining room. Sitting on a chair waiting is my father. I sit down in the chair my father isn't in and we start to eat.
Neither of us said a word which was a change. He would usually never be this quiet. The quietness was both nice and boring, I was hoping he would ask something but he doesn't.
I decide to break the silence. "Father, are you alright?"

I look into his emerald green eyes.

He remains silent.

"Father?"
He looks as if he can hardly breathe. "N-no-I'm-not."
He takes a huge breath before coughing like mad. His coughs are giant and I can see he is struggling for air.
"Father are-you need a doctor."
He talks in a scratchy voice. "I'm fine, I went to the doctors office this morning. I'll be better soon."
"Okay." I say.
He looked miserable with his sickness but nods. I should keep an eye on him.
After I finish my food I ask, "may I go to bed?"
"Yes." He responds.
I put my dishes into the sink and walk toward my room. I then get ready for bed and slide into the warm covers. The lights slowly are turned off and the light diminishes.
I try to fall asleep but can't I have to much that's going on tomorrow. I have a big test and things like that. I feel light headed after about a half hour and yawn. I then close my eyes and sleep takes its course.