Static Age
Based on the albums 21st Century Breakdown and American Idiot by Green Day
I. Christian's Inferno
I wasnt always like this. I was once like you, blissfully unaware of the truth. I was naive, a plain student, believing the whatever the Peacemaker told us. I had classes, a family, friends. On the outside I was normal, just another man in the eyes of the Peacemaker. But that was facade. Inside I wanted to get out, I wanted to be free, free of the Peacemaker, free of this shitty society.
My life sucks. Forced to go to that hellhole known popularly as 'school' and forced into conformity. I hate it. but I wouldn't let anyon know it, if I did it would only get worse. The Peacemaker, in my opinion the biggest ass on the face of the Earth, decided that the best way to stop crimes and delinquency was to lobotomize the 'guilty' people. You know they cut out the part of your brain that made you you, so you can't be 'bad'.
I was one ot the best in my class, high marks, good looks, and polite all the markings of the average Peacemaker cronie. Of course, I wasn't really like that because I wanted to be free, out roaming the streets of Murder City, actually living. not stuck in some purell scented concentration camp in Jingletown, gettin the Peacemaker's fucked up ideals shoved down my throat.
I had decide it was time to leave, Gloria and I were planning this for months. It was February 24th ,the big fifty year anniversary of the Peacemaker and the rest of those commies taking over. The whole school was take to the auditorium, and the mayor, a bald old fucker in a mokeysuit, was up on the poduim, giving some dull speech about how the country was so perfect since the Peacemaker. I didnt care, I was absent midedly fiddling with the Zippo in my pocket. Then something happened that niether Gloria or I had planned for.
"Christian Snow, you have been chosen to read your speech on the Peacemaker." the mayor said into his mic.
My heart dropped. Of-fucking-course it was me. Of the two-thousand students in this Goddamned concentration camp the bastard on stage picks me. I looked over to Gloria, who looked like she'd seen a ghost. A pretty striking contrast between he currently white face and her jet-black hair. Now normally I'd have just walked up and regugitated the crap the shoved down our throats daily, but today was special...
As I walked up to the podium externally I was calm, collected, and exeuding an aura of the 'perfect student', but internally my mind was racing at breakneck speed scouring my mind for a way to pass. The fucker's got a Peacekeeper with a damn lie-detector ready. Truth is, I'd never expectid to be picked first, so I never wrote a proper speech. Instead I was going to read a passage from the Book of Conspiracies, written in blood by St. Jimmy before his suicide, a book instumental in the creation of The Plan.
I scanned out over the auditoruim and saw Gloria and winked twice, our signal to set the plan in motion. Silently Gloria had snuck out to behind the bleachers. Sliding through the shadows, her face hidden behind an American Flag, not seen on a flagpole in fifty years, worn like an old bandit in the old cowboy moves. Under her old leather jacket a red and white striped t-shirt hung loosely, makeing her seem small. quietly she made her way to the curtains she fished her own zippo out of her jacket.
"Dreaming. I was only dreaming, of another place and time, where my family's from. Singing. I can hear them singing, when the rain, it washed away all these scattered dreams. Dieing. everyone is reminded. Heart
II. Little Girl