100 Years Project Anthology

lethal potential, they would aim somewhere below the stomach, such
as your legs or lower abdomen. Therefore, I was anxious on how this
would play out.
There was a lot of yelling and more voices filtered through
as the seconds passed by. Then suddenly figures emerged from the
smoke, melting my confusion away. They were young, ranging from
twenty to thirteen. The vast majority had smoke bombs, and several
had guns of their own. How they managed to get a hold of them, I
had no clue, and it was frightening as well as it was puzzling. You
could see it in their eyes - this wasn’t a protest for change, it was a
demonstration of anger.
Frozen in my seat, I was unable to look away. It felt like I was
watching a war. More officers appeared seemingly out of nowhere,
no longer coordinated as the situation descended into chaos. The
question “How can they show this?” entered into my head, and I
quickly dismissed it, realising where I was.
It was almost comical how this country worked. The
government consistently preached about how they had the public’s
best interests in mind and that safety was their number one priority.
But then they would go and do stuff like this. They were sending out
a message; they held the power, not us.
I was about to turn off the TV when I saw her. In the far back