Chapter 130
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On Sunday April 16th Amy and Eve went to a Phillies game, There was something inspiring about baseball returning. It had been around long before 2/4, had continued in the year of terror, and was here after the crises. Ever since the realization that ELE would be stopped, people were showing a greater sense of hope. People hadn't mowed their lawns or taken care of their homes much over the last year. Now, they were mowing lawns, cleaning up grafitti, picking up litter. They were no longerliving as if they'd all be dead in a few years. People were looking forward to actually having a future. America might not be the land of milk and honey, but it would be around for a long time. After the game Amy and Eve went home. They were dissapointed that the Reds had beated the Phillies. Although Amy was a fan of the Texas Rangers she had rooted for the Phillies today. During the drive home she talked about why she'd joined the Sons of Liberty. After Febuary 4th Amy had acted out nd done stupid things. She'd cut classes, shoplifted, wore slutty clothing. Eve could relate to some of these things. At one point Amy and some friends broke into the school to steal tests before-hand and sell them to other students. The principal caught them, but they didn't get in trouble. The principal tried to talk to them, convince them there was still hope. They hadn't listened. One of them later tried to rob a liquor store, was shot and killed by the owner. Amy even tried to kill herself. She laid on a railroad track and waited, but in the end she couldn't go through with it. Amy knew she couln't go on like this, or she'd likely be back on the tracks. She talked to the principal again. He showed her that even in times like this there was hope in fighting for others. In protecting other people's right to build their own shelters. He helped bring Amy into the Sons of Liberty. They gave Amy the strength that she needed to go on every day. Eve realized how similar Amy's story was to her own about converting to islam. Neither planned to leave even when the reason was over. Days like this, getting to lose themselves in a meaningless baseball game, it was easy to forget that there were 826 days until impact.