A New World

The Middle class has risen up against the government. We fight for separation from the United States to correct the massive issues that have been created to oppress us. Our eleven states run right down the middle of the nation, the breadbasket states have collectively rebelled and set up places of sanctuary for refuges. More than a quarter of the American military has joined our cause and fights for the freedom of our people.

It has been three weeks since we hacked into many government, bank, and major corporation computers. They won't realize the damage we have caused for another six days when they self destruct and the economy crashes. Although the leaders of the revolution are just trying to delay the inevitable loss of lives, we do not want to hurt any one. The United States government has brought this on themselves and it is time to exercise our rights as the people to stand up against what is destroying our great nation.

My name is Molly MacGregor, I am not a leader in this fight, only a teacher in one of the newly formed campuses throughout the rebelling states. I do not know much of what our leaders have planned for the future. I only know what I have heard from a chain of people who helped me and my husband, Colin, to seek shelter from the coming storms. We knew received word from our friends Nicholas and Isabell Trafelgar that southeast Wisconsin may not be as safe as Minnesota. A list of camps was given to us as options for escape. We chose one that we familiar to me from childhood, Lake Geneva, where I had attended summer camp from third grade through high school graduation.

There are only about two hundred of us here now but we have room for at least a thousand more. Parts of the camp do not have proper heating for the winter and the RV park will run into trouble when the cold comes also. When we arrived here some months ago with our three young daughters the place was virtually abandon, but stocked like Forte Knox. The leaders of the rebellion are organized and have appointed overseers for each camp. Scott and Libby Adler are such leaders here at Lake Geneva. Not long after Colin and I arrived I was appointed the principal of the education department. Along with my own children there are more than tree dozen children under the age of eighteen here. Only twenty four of them are of school age.
My own children Jordan, 4, Luciana, 2, and Grace, 8 months, are going to grow up in a very different world than I ever pictured for my family.

Jordan is really my half-sister, Colin and I adopted her when she was two years old after my father died of teberchulosis and my young stepmother died of a congenital heart defect. Jordan is deaf because of constant and server ear infections when she was a baby in the Philipines, without medical attention. Luciana is our Chinese adopted daughter whom we brought home just a couple weeks before Genevieve, my stepmother, brought us Jordan. We had no choice but to adopt my baby sister, anything else would be unthinkable. Less than a month after Jordan was brought to us, I was found to be pregnant and eight months ago I had little Grace. Ours was an altogether unplanned and instant family. Luciana was planned to be our first and perhaps only child, but God has blessed us through tragedy and brought new life. Colin and I dreamed about having a family for fourteen years, now they are here and we are thrilled to see what else God has planned for us in this new world.