"You can only see it from this angle!"
I scampered over the piles of empty food containers and dirty clothes to get to the far side of the room. I tripped over something but I pushed on, undaunted. I had to see it for myself, this new wave of hope. There were rumors of a revolution but there were always rumors of something or another. As long as people thought their cushy lives were in jeopardy, they talked, but it wasn't their lives that were uprooted.
Reaching the dusy window, I shoved a curly haired kid aside and took her place. The view wasn't the best but Richie was right, it was the only window we could get a decent glimpse of the fray.
A clash of wits weren't all that unusual either. It ranked up there with talk and false hope but as I watched those couch potatoes fall to their knees, I felt my own knees buckle. They were being mowed down. First by physical force, and when that didn't work, there was water and guns. I'm still not sure if the guns were meant for the people or the