3 Protests

"We want justice!" Chants from protesters that were viewed on the news as nothing can ever stop the madness that was going on in the streets of both New York and Washington. People wanted to be heard for once in a lifetime. Her eyes peeled open slowly, blurred vision, drowsiness clouded her as she awoke from her slumber. Noise leaked into her ears, sounding vivid and far away as if she could barely make out the words that were being pronounced from the television. Charlie made an exhausted sigh as it transitioned into a light silent yawn, she stretched until three pops could be heard only after just laying there lazily. She watched television as the sound that came out of it became more clear.

"Protests are now getting violent!"

The newscaster informed as she yelled into the microphone to be heard clearly. People behind her held up protest signs, others screaming and chanting the same thing over and over again. It made Charlie wonder how many of these kids' parents are out here chanting about something they love or show interest in. She wondered if it made them any better by destroying the property of someone who was not involved. She sighed and flipped herself over, already feeling irritated by just watching the news. She tried going back to sleep, but her thoughts proceeded to flourish out of curiosity about how these people are protesting about something that's so far out of their reach. They don't have the power to do anything so they resort to destroying government-produced products or anything that supports something that they hate. They especially don't have the mindset to move on because they've waited eight years. 'Eight damned years,' Charlie reminded herself.

She flipped herself over once more just to see her old buddy, the cracked ceiling. Her eyes traced the cracks that decorated itself onto it, they reminded her of the stars that she used to watch outside when she was a kid. The good ole days, she would call it.

Groaning groggily as she sat up. Little strands of her hair laid gracefully on her forehead and face, she let out an exhausted exhale like if it was a workout just to get up. She whipped her little hair strands back into her messy pile of hair. She shut her eyes slowly to collect her thoughts before slipping away from her "bed".

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