Well, here's the third chapter. I added something that might - interest the people here. Other than that, it pretty much still reads like and encyclopedia.
CHAPTER III
I was too young and naïve to understand the changes. The execution of the mayor and his subordinates went passé with my other childhood memories. Several days later, a letter was sent by our new government to every residence in Meridian stating that the city was to be split into four districts. According to the letter, my father and I lived in district Kappa Phi. Food and fuel were soon given by our government in rations according to the size and occupation of the family. Every family received about 16.12 kg of grain and 7.5 L of ethyl fuel per month. Because of the scanty fuel rationed to the people of Meridian by the government, people were reduced to operating 21-century slow solar-powered vehicles.
When school began, the alumni were shocked to find out that certain courses were cancelled permanently by the government due to “revolutionary” purposes. The once popular Vasudan language arts course was cancelled with contemporary art, music, and creative writing. In place of these courses, politics became a required course for all grades.
My new sixth-grade teacher soon discovered that I was an avid student. His theory was soon followed by standardized tests, which attested my ability as an honors student. I entered the honors course in the middle of my school year. My teacher was Mr. Jedidiah Strauss, with whom I became acquainted with. He was an intelligent teacher who would teach through interactive means. I had a crush on Kathryn, who, as I later found out, was Mr. Stauss’ only daughter. She was beautiful all around both physically and mentally. The reason I admired her wasn’t her physical beauty; it was her prowess in tackling advanced algebra problems and her detailed knowledge of the McCarthy Trial, which was a topic esoteric to college-prep students.
One afternoon Mr. Strauss pulled me out of recess and decided to have a little chat with me. What he said still lingers in my memory, “Keron, this time period of oppression by the Neo-Terran won’t last forever. The children of your generation will be ruined by the NTF regime. But you must do your best to maneuver yourself through this. Keep reading and writing. Also, although the Vasudan language is forbidden by the NTF, learn the language anyway. I know it WILL become very useful to you someday. One more thing, Kathryn asked me to give you this.” He pushed several buttons on his input pad. “I,” he continued, “have transferred it onto your touchpad. Read it later.” I walked slowly back to recess.
“Keron,” it began in a soft, loving tone, “my father has asked me to study with you. He said that we could learn a lot from each other. Please stay after school with me several days a week and we’ll do homework and other things together.” She paused for a second and said sweetly, “I love you.” I played the message several times just to listen to her soft, sweet voice. Later I found Kathryn at her desk reading a classic novel by Charles Dickens. I leaned over to her and said, “Thanks.”
Please, CRITICISM!
