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FREEDOM

The power to exercise choice and make decisions without constraint from within or without; self-determination.

He sat in History listening to his teacher tell them about how lucky they were to live in America where we are free. She listed many of the freedom's we have. She forgot to mention that in a way he can ever be free. You can not be free as long as you cannot make choices for youself. He was told what to wear. He was told how to act. He was told who to talk to and who to date. He couldn't be the person that he was inside. No, that would not be living up to his name. Chad Dillan Cooper. If you looked really close, and tried to understand him, you could see the chains that bound him. It may not be as horrible as being a slave, but he was bound to this way of life. Sure, he was wanted. Girls fell at his feet and guys glared as he walked by. Directors drooled when they watched him. But he never had been free. He had been in this horrible bondage since age two. His family only was proud of him if he won an award or beat a viewing record. He secretly wanted to be like her.

Now she, she was free. Her eyes sparkled when she laughed and she glowed with radiance. She could be what she wanted without having to conform. She was loved for her real self. She could feel and love and cry without having anyone judge her. She ran around in huge donut costumes and made people laugh. She was beautiful inside and out. Her family truly loved her no matter what. She had amazing friends. She could be whatever she wanted and it showed.

He was jealous of her. He wanted so bad to be like her. So he pretended to hate her so no one could know. He kept that secret and continued with his life, wishing to change lives with her or to be normal. That's right. He would rather be a normal nobody, than Chad Dillan Cooper. Even more though, he wanted to be near her and to drink her rays of freedom in.

"Chad?" A voice snapped him out of his daze.

"Yeah."

"We're going to lunch." Portlyn said.

"Okay." He said grabbing his books and walking out the door. After grabbing his food from the hairy cafateria lady, he went to sit by Mark and Portlyn. Then they entered. Sonny was talking to Tawni about the Check It Out Girls and was still wearing her uniform. Her smile glowed. He was captivated. He turned and turned to sit at the So Random table.

"What are you doing?" Portlyn asked before he sat down

"Being free for once."

"Why?"

"Because I need to."

"What in the world is that suposed to mean?"

"Exactly what I said. I really need to be free and away from the pressure for once."

"And eating lunch with these Chuckle City losers is going to do that?"

"They aren't loser's and Yes. Yes it will."

"Fine. I'll see you at set."

"Bye."

He say down and turned to Sonny.

"Do you mind?"

"It's fine. You're actually showing feeling. It's amazing."

"You have no idea."

LATER

"What is wrong with you, Chad?" Portlyn asked concerned

"Nothing. In fact I'm better than I have ever been.

"You aren't the Chad I know."

"I know that. I'm myself." He said walking out of her house and onto the street.

So i may not have freed any slaves or marched on Washington, but it felt like it.

"Sonny?"

"Yeah?"

"Would it be okay if we started over?"

"Okay. Why?"

"Because I think you are amazing and I really don't want to miss getting to know you because of my stupid pride."

"Okay, so help me run lines?"

"Yeah. As long as it's not the chect it out girl or I don't have to be the thing that comes out of one of the guys."