Black Girl-Personal Narrative

“They’re watching us,” I whisper, peering out of a small crack in the boarded windows of an old, abandoned house. Why did this have to happen. I took a long, deep breath. I could feel slight cracks and pauses in that breath. This just isn’t normal. “We’ll get through this,” Celeste replies in a softer, gentler tone than normal, “I promise you that.” I don’t know what I’d do without Celeste. I’ve always kind of liked her. Her dark, curled hair. Her brown eyes. Everything about her just makes me feel better, even in a situation like this. I think she likes me, but I’m not positive. I don’t know how anyone could like me. I was born blonde, but my hair kind of just naturally turned to a dark brown. I had scars all across my face from running away from the terrors of the outside world. Machines. “I guess—it’s just—why—how did the world come to this? Insanity, that’s what this is, absolute insan—” I quickly went quiet. A constant, rhythmic buzzing sound start getting louder. I looked out of the little crack in boarded the window. They’re armed now. A metallic black drone the size a of B-17, armed with heavy weapons passes by, slowly. “Get down! Now!” I quickly whispered. It found us. It had to. The sound of the
Ever since the presidential election in the year of 2020, the government slowly fell apart. Countries started wars, and for all I know, the wars could still be going on. But here, in the United States, there are some of the smartest people in the world. People started creating machines, going against any laws of robotics, and creating intelligent, mechanical monsters. Ever since then, the government has been trying to recover by attempting to create a utopia where everyone is equal. And to start, the government hired some of the most intelligent people to create machines that could track everyone. The result: microscopic machines with the ability to cut deep into the skin to implant some kind of