I'm sorry it's taken me so long to post this. I've been really tired lately, and I don't get home until nearly 6, and when I get home, I don't feel like typing this up. School's also been really distracting lately. I'm falling behind (can you even fall behind whilst at online school? i dunno), and I don't want to go to summer school. So, I'm posting this while at school. (Kind of hypocritical, huh?) because my dad took away my laptop because I didn't clean my laptop up to his standards. Okay. I'm done ranting. I'll have my laptop back in a week or so.

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"Restrictions of free thought and free speech is the most dangerous of all subversions. It is the one un-American act that could most easily defeat us."
-William O. Douglas

Chris

Another two weeks? I thought as I hung up the phone. That's how long I have to wait until the guy can come to hook up my internet.

I could make a new video.

Nah, I don't feel like it right now.

I started walking around my new flat, trying to find secrets to it, like a secret closet, or a secret loose floor board I could hid stuff in. But, to no avail, I couldn't find anything too obvious.

"Well, if you need anything, even if you just wanna steal my internet, I'm right across the hall." I remembered Catlyn saying.

I felt somewhat bad for using Cat for her internet, but I'm sure she'll be okay. It's not like I'm just going to ignore her.

I grabbed my laptop and took a few steps across the hall. After locking my own door, I knocked on Catlyn's.

"Hey," she said through the cracked door. Her hair was curly again, but it looked more natural, and it looked "artificial" the other day.

"Hey, you said I could come over just to steal your internet, and I'm really bored. I can't get it hooked up for another two weeks."

"Awe, that sucks, but you can steal my internet," she said, opening the door all the way to let me in.

Her flap had the exact same layout as mine, except mirrored. Her's was kind of messy, but not like she's too lazy to clean up, more like she's just really disorganized.

"Don't mind the mess. I have trouble keeping my mind organized, let alone my things."

"It's fine, it's not that bad, really. I've seen a lot worse," I said as she led me to her sofa and helped me set up my laptop, while her laptop's music was still playing.

"We believe in freedom, justice, security, but they're only pure when they're applied universally. So, certainly if I rage against the machine, my aim was only to clean the germs out of the circuitry. Heard you need putting fear inside your heart, make you burn Qu'rans and tell me not to build a mosque. Me, my wife and babies we ain't never made jihad, we just want to touch our heads to the floor and talk to God, ask him to remove every blemish from my heart. The greatest threat of harm doesn't come from any bomb. The moment you refuse the human rights of just a few, what happens when that few includes you? Civil war," the rapper said.

"What are you listening to?" I asked.

"Immortal Technique, with a cameo from Brother Ali, Chuck D, and Killer Mike. That part was by Brother Ali. Technique's the one of the strongest influences that got me inspired in politics. ."

"How is that?"

"Nearly all of his songs are about the truth about the American government, the truth about the September eleventh conspiracy theory, the shit that does down in Latino America, and gangs."

We began taking about music for a good half-hour. We didn't have much of a similar taste. She likes mostly rock, and then there's the political rappers she loves, and I'm more into electronica and such.

"Hell is not a place you go if you're not a Christian, it's the failure of your life's greatest ambitions," Immortal Technique said.

That is probably the most truest thing I've ever heard.

After a while, we drifted out of conversation. I began to look around at the decorations she had displayed around her house.

She had a large poster with this angry-looking man. He kind of resembled Stalin. Or perhaps a Stalin and Hitler love child. He had multiple wrinkles on his face, most likely from it being all scrunched up in an angry manner. Underneath, there was "Big Brother is watching" written in big, capital letters.

There was also this flag displayed. I knew it was for a band called Rammstein. I only know this because Dan likes them and has showed me their logo.

There was an Immortal Technique, with, who I am assuming is him, an M-16 (again, I'm assuming. His clothes are kind of dark and it blends in with the gun. I also only know it's Immortal Technique because it has his name written on it up in the left corner. There was also "The Martyr" on it.

The thing that caught my attention the most was the American flag hung upside down with "I won't trade humanity for patriotism" written on the white stripes.

I've heard two things about one's flag being hung upside down. The first is, treason, meaning that means they're being disrespectful to their country. Unless that's burning one's own flag. The other thing I've heard is a universal sign for distress (either for oneself or for one's country.). From what I've heard, America is in an extremely bad place right now. I mean, they're fighting two wars at the moment, and I'm sure they're still healing from September eleventh, which was only a mere eleven years ago.

"Why are you still in your pajamas?" I asked, realizing she was in shorts and a tank top, which is weird since it's mind afternoon.

"I don't have anything to do until about 4 o'clock, so I see no point in getting dressed until then."

"No classes or work?"

"Nope."

Catlyn

I'm really embarrassed right now. My house is a mess, and I'm a mess, too.

But, obviously, Chris doesn't care, since he's still here.

"Why are you still in your pajamas?" he asked, realizing my choice of attire today.

"I don't have anything to do until about 4 o'clock, so I see no point in getting dressed until then." I replied.

"No classes or work?"

"Nope."

He just kind of make a noise that sounded kind of like humf and nodded his head.

"The good thing about being my friend is that you can come in your pajamas and I won't judge you because I will also be in my pajamas," I said. I really hope he considers us friends, because, if we weren't, this will be awkward for the both of us.

"You consider us friends?" he asked.

"Yeah. You're over here talking to be and being nice and not making fun of me, yet, so I consider us friends, or, at least, acquaintances."

After that, we had spontaneous conversation that only lasted about twenty minutes, and then we'd be silent for the same amount of time.

As the clock struck 3:30, I began to put my laptop away and wrap everything I was doing on the internet.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go, and I don't think it'd be safe to leave you here alone. Nothing personal."

"Oh, okay," he said, sounding kind of hurt. "I understand, there's lots of weirdos out there. Can never be too careful. Where are you going, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Gymnastics practice. I go at least three days a week for a few hours. You can come if you'd like."

"They'd allow that?"

"The let parents and siblings watch, so we can just convince them you're my brother."

"Because they'd totally believe that, with our skin tones," he said sarcastically.

He was right. He's pretty white, and I look like a piece of bread that was left to heat in the toaster too long. I have these dark ol' eyebrows, which means it's obvious my hair is naturally black, and he has light brown hair. Even our eyes are different. His are a nice hazel, and mine are just brown. Plus, isn't height hereditary? If it is, no one will believe it since I'm quite small, and he's quite tall.

"You're my half-brother for today."