Number 2:
Song- Here I Am by Renee Sandstrom
A.N- I wrote about Lucy!... You'll soon see that I tend not to write about her as much as the others. If you really really like Lucy, i apologize and I'll try to incorporate her more into future chapters as well. But here's a Lucy-centric, and for something mega out of the norm of what i write, I'm fairly happy with how it turned out.
Lyrics that influence this fic the most- "It's so hard, just waiting, in a line that never moves. It's time you started making your own rules" "You gotta scream until there's nothing left with your lats breath. Say Here I am, here I am! Make 'em listen! 'Cause there's no way you'll be ignored, Not anymore." "You only get one life to work it so who cares if it's not perfect?" "If how you're living isn't working there's one thing that'll help. You got to finally just stop searching, to find yourself"
Lucy could do nothing but politely refuse in her life. It wasn't that she didn't care or that she didn't love everything that had been handed to her all this time, but she felt it was time she stepped up and really made a difference somewhere.
She didn't have any intentions of changing when she left. She wasn't going to get into the parties or the drugs, not right away. She wasn't her brother, or sisters, or Daniel, or Jude, or anyone else. But she needed to be let out of the sheltered life for a while. She wanted to work, and she needed to be heard.
Then Max got recruited. Max had gone off to the same place the killed her Daniel. No matter what she believed, or what Jude or anyone else said, nothing could change that. Two of the people she cared the most for were getting lost to this war. And there was nothing she could do.
So what harm would these rallies cause? What was wrong with wanting people to get radical and do something real? Even then, even with these movements, it was nothing. But she had to try.
Why couldn't Jude understand that? He cared just as much. He had to. He had to care about her, and her family, and maybe he did just want her to be safe with him, but she'd spent too long being a little girl. The war forced people to grow up. That's what it did to Max and Daniel and every other young man out there that was declared fit to die.
She wasn't forced to grow up just yet. Not in that way. She wasn't forced to scream out to the world and stand in the streets and fight for what was right. But she needed to. She didn't have to be just another face, another hippie protester. But she had to stand there with all the strength and emotion that she could and do everything in her power to make a difference.