I: Amy

Have you ever hungered for something so badly you could taste it? No, I'm not talking about hungering for something sweet like chocolate or bitter like that first cup of coffee in the morning. No. I'm talking about hunger for an ideal, for that one shimmering hope that you could obtain the one thing that has been out of reach for so long that its nothing but a memory. My name is Amy Richards and I hunger for justice.

I remember Titan City when it was a busy city full of hope. My mom and I moved here from Nevada so we could be with my stepdad Stevie Richards. When we moved here, Stevie was a cop and one of the brightest on the force. He worked hard all throughout my childhood to protect the people, Mayor Vincent McMahon included. Everything was going great until Mayor McMahon's son-in-law Hunter grew involved in who was fired and hired. My dad, along with most of the good men on the force, were let go. I'd never seen him so upset, so broken. He stayed that way for the rest of his life, which he took when I was just fourteen. And it was all because of Mayor McMahon and the Helmsly-McMahon family.

Though I was just fourteen, the loss of my father is what started my interest in the rights of the people. Not that we denizens of Titan City have many rights. We seem to be doing fine, sure, but none of us really jump until they tell us how high. There are a few bright spots for us to look up to. When I finish college, I hope to be one of them.

That's if I ever finish college. Today is one of those days. Sitting in a mass media class is fine and dandy, usually. However, when you're struggling to focus, well, there's nothing else to do but hightail it out of there. So that's what I did, I've decided to spend the rest of my day out on the campus quad.

"Hey Ames!" comes a voice from my left as I sit in the grass reading through a book I rented from the library. I look up to see my friend Brad Maddox heading my way. Brad's an acting major with hopes of making it big. He'll do it one day too because he's talented. "Outta class early?"

"Yea Mr. Nash didn't hold my attention too long," I chuckle as I lean back against the grass. "You?"

"Mr. Venis cancelled," Brad smiles as he leans back to join me. "Plans for tonight? Some of us were thinking about going to the Fandango."

I gaze around to make sure we're alone before I respond. "We're having a peaceful protest outside City Hall." You can never be sure who you can trust so making sure that we're alone is making sure none of the spies for McMahon are around. I can trust Brad, he's been one of the reasons I've made it through college thus far. "Sit-in so that they release Ryder."

"They arrested Ryder? For what?!" Brad asks, wide eyed and surprised. Ryder was a college kid our age who got arrested for something I know has to be a lie.

"Kidnapping," I respond, shaking my head, "That AJ girl went missing and they think he did it! It's ridiculous because he wouldn't hurt a fly. Are you going to the sit-in?"

"Oh I dunno…" Brad nervously starts, "That's awful risky!"

"We have rights Brad, they don't' have a due cause to hold him, no evidence," I supply as I sit up to look at him, "What's the worst that can happen?"

"They could arrest us!" Brad protests.

"First amendment rights Brad," I shrug, "Peaceful protest."

"Still…"

"If you don't want to go, don't go."

"That crowd is dangerous!" Brad warns.

"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. Besides…he's supposed to be there," I smile wide.

"Oh god not this again," Brad rolls his eyes. He knows exactly who I mean when I say him. I mean Daniel Bryan. Remember those bright spots in the city I told you about? Daniel's one of the brightest. He's a visionary who wants to get back at D.A Orton and The Authority for what they've done to this city. He doesn't mind the old man McMahon as much but then again, Vince was a good mayor. "Ames, he's crazy. Way crazy."

"He's not crazy!" I defend as other people start walking to and from classes. Brad doesn't like Daniel, or even the thought of him, because he finds Daniel to be a problem for the city rather than part of the solution. "He's one of the few good men in this city."

"Ames, he's a domestic terrorist," Brad sighs as he pushes himself to stand. Turning to me, he extends a hand to help me up. "Let's go get some lunch and head to the park. Sound good to you?"

Taking his hand, he pulls me up and I nod, "Sure, the park and lunch sound great."

Tonight I'll be proactive, college political major Amy Richards. Right now, I'm just Ames: a girl whose dreaming of change.