Hi. My name is Anna McStone. I'm fourteen years old and am currently the prisoner of what appears to be a gang composed mainly of children, although I suspect that an adult must be somehow controlling them, because there is no way kids can organize THIS. But there is not a single adult to be found as a red haired girl and a blonde girl who has the maturity of a woman lead me down a suspended walkway in the midst of a huge, seemingly endless building full of children carrying papers, manning computers, building weaponry, playing games, eating snacks, training, and even taking tours all around us. My head swivels all around me as I try to take it all in all the chaos. I can hear the red head scoff behind me, while the blonde gains a small grin. As if my wonder is amusing. I don't care, though. It's amazing.

Unfortunately, we had to step into a small white room with only a table and a couple of chairs, along with some crude security cameras. The two girls lead me over to sit down in one of the chairs, and removed my gag before moving to sit in their own seats across from me. I had so many questions, but for some reason my mouth wouldn't form the words.

Eventually, the blonde cleared her throat and looked me in the eye.

"So, teenager - why don't we start with the basics. What's your name?"

Suddenly, I could speak again, but only to stupidly reveal my real name rather than make up a fake one as I had always been taught to in a situation like this. "Anna. Anna Rose McStone." While I silently yelled at myself for being so stupid as I realised my mistake, the blonde continued her interrogation.

"Alright, Anna, tell me - why are you here?"

This one I felt it would be best to answer honestly. "No clue."

"...you don't know?"

"Well, no. I mean, the last thing I remember is eating cereal before going to school. Next thing I know, I'm tied to a chair in a prison cell."

"Really? An' just what do you suppose brought you to the middle of Kids Next Door headquarters?"

"Calm down, numbah 86."

"I have no clue. Maybe one of your gang members knocked me out and kidnapped me, but didn't tell you?"

"Gang members? What on Earth are you talking about?"

"Well, isn't that what this is? A gang?"

"Oy! This isn't just some bloody gang! It's a good an' proper War Base!"

My eyebrows flew up before crashing down in confusion and concern."War? What war? And why would a country endanger its children by involving them in a war?"

The red head rolled her eyes. "Pah! Countries. Borders are for adults, teenager."

My confusion only grew. The blonde seemed to notice, and looked me dead in the eye. Suddenly, I felt as if I were the child, and she was the teacher about to explain a difficult concept.

"This isn't just any war, Anna. We fight, not for a single country, but for the children of all the countries in the entire globe. Adults and teenagers like you see the world as divided, with weird politics and all that - but we don't. That's why we built our base on the moon -"

"Wait a minute - hold on here. Are you saying that I'm on the MOON?!"

"…yes…?"

"WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudge?" I caught myself just in time. It was so hard to forget that these were kids, and that certain words simply shouldn't be said within the vicinity of children. The blonde gave me a strange, condescending look, as I shrunk in guilt. This was worse than when I showed my report card to my mother.

"…Okay… well, anyway, the point is, adults are horrible to us kids, so we're fighting back for the freedom that we deserve. Children shouldn't have to live in the fear or suppression that adults and teenagers like you put us under, so we fight back. That clear enough for you?"

"… yeah, I think I get it. But that sound more like a civil rights movement than a war."

"Oy! What're you blabbering on about, teenager?"

"Well, being a kid isn't exactly something you can control, is it? It's not something you can - or want to - change. But people discriminate against you for it anyway, and you're sick of that, so now you're rebelling. Sounds like a civil rights movement to me - just like the one with Martin Luther King and Malcolm X. Or, if we want a more modern example, the LGBTQ movement."

"Actually, I think I read about that in school…"

"Oy! Numbah 362! Can I speak with you in private?"

The blonde nodded and rose to join her friend, leaving me alone in the room.