It all happened during the financial panic of 2015. Every little girl dressed in perfectly pleated navy blue skirts, pristine white blouses, and who had braids adorned with silk ribbons and every little boy wearing his recently ironed trousers and dress shirt are well educated in how the United States went from democracy to dictatorship. Even I, a child of the rebellion, was quickly trained to be a quiet beautiful object of the new government.
It’s quite simple, how it all happened, actually. The recession turned out to be worse than we all thought. It lasted for one year, than two, and before you know it we’re in The Second Great Depression and our mothers and fathers, recently fired from their day jobs, turned quickly and shamelessly to cultivating their backyards. Before we all new it though, our parents just simple could not afford the backyards in which the food for their children grew. So rebellion thrust out from the hearts of the people and the system collapsed.
Swiftly and quietly, high class and well known members of society moved in to take over. According to the books, it all happened quite peacefully. From what I still remember, however, it was actually much too violent. They moved in and destroyed the angry citizens and quieted anyone who ever spoke out. The killed my mother and father, as well as the mothers and fathers of many other young children. Delinquents and children of the rebellion were sent to abandoned cities to live on their own, grow up, and then be used to do the dirty jobs. The rich and obedient continued to be rich and obedient. The new government thrived off of the hard work of everyone else and me… I was a special case.
They took me in because I was “especially beautiful” and “like a gem hidden in this trash can of people”. I do look quite strange and different, I guess beautiful, even I’ll admit. I had lightly tanned skin that never got very pale, even in the cold winter months, white blond hair and bright blue eyes. They called me Vanilla, because of my nearly white hair. The Prime Minister had me trained and took me in so I could marry his son, James. At first I wasn’t so pleased with this. I had friends that had suddenly disappeared, parents who had been killed before my eyes. But you learn to shut up, even want to, when diamonds, riches, and beautiful people are placed in your grasp. So I shut up, and here I am now, 10 years later.
