The Force
The Fighting Freedom Trilogy I
By: Paige Clendenin
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Copyright © 2019 by Paige Clendenin
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First Printing, 2018
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Dedication
First off, I would like to thank the wonderful people with Hydra Productions for seeing the potential in me and running with it. Thank you, Raven and Eric, you are truly amazing people and great at what you do. Second, I would like to give a specific list of people some special thanks. If I am to forget anyone, (which I probably will) remember you are important to me and always will be.
To David and Sydney, your love and support in life have made me the person I am. I know I am weird, funky, and eclectic, and am so much different than “normal” people, but I know you have and will always love me despite my crazy. Thank you!
To my children Jazmine, Brooklyn, Missy, and Lexi. You all made me a mama and for that I am proud. You may have not been born to us, but you are our children now and always. The world sure knew what it was doing when it stirred the pot and put us six together. Thank you for loving me.
To Elisha, Cole, and Corey who I have come to for advice on fighting and action moves on many occasions. Thank you!
To Donna, Kasandra, and Jessica, my sisters from another mister. You know who you are and what you have done for me. Since we were kids we have added Travis and Chris to the mix, so I must thank them as well for letting us be kids together still today.
I also want to throw in a thank you to Lianne and all my author friends who have been amazing with support and giving me someone to lean on. You are all amazing!
To Janice, the only parent we have left. You are amazing and always there for us. you might not know how to handle my version of crazy and weird all the time, but you love me, nonetheless. Thank you!
To Addison for being my first niece. You have Aunt Paige’s heart. You must share it now many times over, especially with your new baby brother Remi who I already love to the moon and back, but truth be told, you still have me wrapped around that little finger of yours. Thank you for being a vivacious spunky, weirdo just like me. You and I are two peas in a pod. Thank you!
To the numerous other nieces and nephews, my brother and sister by marriage, my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. You are all fantastic and have had the greatest support for me and my vision.
Also, the countless friends I have made that mean as much as family to me. Without you all, I would not know what love and encouragement is. I couldn’t have made my vision a reality. Thank you!
To those through the years who were hard on me, bullied me, and tried to break me, I want to thank you too. My life has seen it’s fair share of people who chose not to show me kindness, but I bestowed it anyways. Thank you for making me stronger, thank you for showing me that kindness takes you so much further in life, and thank you for causing me to love who I am. I don’t mind being different, it’s who I am. Please someone learn a lesson in this. Don’t let people break you down, thank them for making you stronger, and run with it.
Lastly, I would like to thank you, the reader. To be honest, you are the most important, for without you, there would be no reason to write. Thank you dearly my new friends! Love Paige.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter One
My mind feels fuzzy as of lately, and I spend most of my time in my head. I allow myself to stay there for far more time than I should just trying to find me, somewhere within, the real me, who I know I’ve always been.
Almost always, I just end up staying there… daydreaming… dreaming of a better time, life, and world than we live in. It gets me into a lot of trouble, though. My daydreaming, that is. I try to keep going over facts in my head to keep it from feeling so clouded.
I don’t know what makes it feel this way, but it has been this way for about a year I would guess, maybe even longer. I’m beginning to think that there is something wrong with me, and I have to go over facts about the present to bring me back to reality.
My name is Elizabeth Towers. I live with my mother Penelope, my five-year-old sister, Lydia, twelve-year-old sister, ShaeLei, and my twin brother, Elious. We live… well.. I don’t actually know for sure where we live. All I know is that it is somewhere in the East Corridor between what they call York and The Z.
Only the big cities that are still intact have names. Everything in between those big cities, all the little sections, are just known by a letter and a number.
On the first of every month, we have to go and report at what they call a government booth. When we are there, my mother has to tell them that we are the Towers family from section R9 of the East Corridor between York and The Z, reporting for our monthly check in as scheduled.
If a family does not make it on the first of the month to report, the eldest member living in the household will be lashed, and the children will be sent to live in a service camp for one month until the next report day. At that time, the eldest member can come report and claim their children at such time as all requirements are met..
Then, we report the number of members in our household and each of our names and ages. After that, we are given some kind of shot, most likely for infection, checked for head lice, and given twenty pieces of money to last our family of five for an entire month.
It usually doesn’t….
Only the families who are without fathers are given a household expense each month to survive, although each family in our Corridor is required to report.
My father, Robert, died four years ago when Elious and I had just turned fourteen. We were told it was a work accident caused by a mechanical problem of some kind, but we never got to see the body…
The very thought of the words, “the body” makes my skin crawl, and I shiver visibly.
I don’t know if anyone noticed that I did, I don’t care either, even though I sit in the middle of a lecture clas
s filled with others my age.
I am told that a lecture group and our compound is equal to classes and schools of the olden days, but a little different, because we don’t learn about math or English.
I realize now that my name is being yelled at me over and over by my instructor. It is probably due to my daydreaming..
Startled, I jump in the air, almost out of my seat, and my entire lecture group laughs at me.
My cheeks turn red, and I have to clutch the hem of my shirt to keep me from busting out in anger..
There is not toleration for outbursts.
“Yes, instructor Philip,” I say as I look at her rather sheepishly.
Philips looks at me with a hint of anger in her eyes as she walks closer to me with her arms folded across her chest. “Towers.” she says, as she always addresses us by our last names. “You are eighteen, you have been instructed now for eight years, and this… is your last year. If you cannot behave or even answer simple questions about these Corridors by your advancement day, how do you expect to be placed into proper employment?”
Advancement day occurs the exact day that you turn eighteen and six months old. On that day, we are all told what job we will have in our section of the Corridor, and with who and where we will live. That is to be who we are and what we do for the rest of our lives.
“I….. I don’t,” is all that comes out of my mouth, because, it’s true..
“Alright,” Philips says in a gritty tone through clamped teeth and deep breaths. “Go now and stand in the front of the room.”
She points at the wall where an old, green, lesson board hangs, and I venture up to the front of the room, not sure what is going to happen to me.
I turn to face my lecture group who are still snickering at my expense. “Ok group.” Philips says in a commanding voice. “Ask away.”
It is now that I know what is going to happen; I am to be interrogated by my fellow lecture group members about our home, these Corridors, yet again….
I roll my eyes.
A boy with a nice smile, Brad I think his name is, stands at his seat. “What was the name of these Corridors before the war began?”
Proud that I know the answer, I blurt out, “The United States of America.”
Without congratulations from anyone, my best friend Maria Lopez stands up. “What were York and The Z known as before the war?”
I know this one too. “New York and New Jersey.” I say with a smile on my face.
Again, there are no congratulations, but I know I am correct by the smile that I see in Maria’s eyes.
My brother stands… “How many Corridors are there now, and can you name each of them?”
“Five.” I shout out… “North, South, East, West, and Central Corridors.”
Phillips nods her head at me in an approving way, yet the questions are still pelted at me. I answer questions about World War Three, our rulers, which are a nameless group of nobodies from no specific nationality that call themselves The Elected, although no one actually elected them. They are not even from here originally, and no one likes them. Lastly, I answer the question that burns at me the most… Who are the group of rebel soldiers that steal young people to fight for their cause against The Elected, against their own will? Who are those who kidnap at random to provide a so-called better life for the young people of the Corridors, but in turn makes them ruthless killing machines?
Not sure that I should even speak the answer out loud, I quietly say, “The Force.”
The answer was correct, I know it, from the reactions and looks that I see on everyone’s faces…
The questions finally end, and I start back to my seat, but then a distant bell rings, telling us that lecture is over for the day. Elious, Maria, and I walk out of the room in a silent, straight line and then head down the halls of the lecture compound to the twelve-year-old room.
Here, our so-called schooling is from ages ten to eighteen; anything learned before the age of ten, is done so at home.
Once we arrive to the lower level section of the compound, Maria picks up her brother Isaac, and we receive ShaeLei. The five of us walk together to the large lecture hall at the end of the building. There we are given daily news reports and updates on the war that has been going on for seventy years now. Since 2025.
Most days it’s just ten minutes or so of ramblings about our oppressors, the war between Corridors, and reminders that we are not to cross Corridors or jurisdictions or we could be killed.
Not that any of us would be dumb enough to try.
Today though, it is a little bit different. We are being reminded that it’s been a year since The Force raided us for new members. We are reminded to be careful and to try to stay out of sight as much as possible both to and from our homes and the lecture compound.
They wouldn’t actually cancel lecture for the week… No. That would be unheard of.
On the third week of April, every year, The Force takes new members.
And I mean take, as in steal, as in forever, never to return.
The very thought rattles me to my core.
Finally, the lecture ends, and a short bell rings telling us that it is time to go home.
Elious, ShaeLei, Maria, Isaac, and I walk home together, dodging behind bushes, trees, and buildings until we make it to the Lopez house where we safely deposit our friends and then run down the blocks, to the safety of our own home.
The Force, most of the time, do not come into people’s homes, so here, we are safe, for now.
Chapter Two
While Elious keeps an eye on Lydia and helps ShaeLei with her Corridor history homework, I help my mother prepare dinner. Tonight, we are having a humble meal of chicken and broth with a few mushrooms Elious and I picked and a quarter of an onion we have been saving for days.
Dinner is more broth than anything, though, but it’s not that bad. After all, we have eaten far worse, and far less.
After supper, the dishes are done, Lydia falls fast asleep as usual, and my mom, brother, sister, and I join our hands, and bow our heads in prayer.
We do this every night.
My mother begins, “Dear Lord, thank you for your love and guidance. Please give protection to all of my children, give wisdom to them to know how to help one another if need be. Provide safety to all the children of our Corridor.”
And we all say, “Amen.”
Our mother kisses our heads and then departs with ShaeLei to tuck her into bed and then go to bed herself.
My brother and I linger, though, as we normally do most nights, talking and sharing our thoughts.
We have a connection stronger than most siblings do. I think it is because we are twins, but maybe because we have had to rely on each other for so long.
We really look nothing alike, though. He is tall and broad in the shoulders, yet lean in other places. He also has muscles from fighting so much at the lecture compound.
He has a temper, especially when his sisters are involved. If someone so much as looks at us in the wrong way, he pounces. He has gotten rather good at it… fighting that is.
He has dark brown hair, a few shades darker than my own, it is much shorter now that spring is here, and eyes that change colors with his mood.
It’s the most interesting thing to see.
The girls at the lecture compound look at him a lot. I know he is decent looking, but he is my brother, so I never think of him in that way. Brothers are supposed to have cooties and be disgusting, but I’ve never thought of him that way either.
I, on the other hand am curvy, but in all the wrong places… at least I think so, but it doesn’t bother me much. Boys don’t look at me anyway.
I rarely think of myself as being pretty outwardly, but I do know my inward worth, and it comes mostly from the pride I have in my family and how connected we are, even in silence.
“What do you think of The Force?” I ask Elious in a quiet voice, a voice so quiet that ShaeLei can’t hear me.
She i
s so frightened by even the mention of them, so we try to refrain from talking about them around her. We try to refrain from talking about them at all but being the time of year, it is, my curiosity has gotten the better of me.
“I don’t know what to think.” Elious says, even more quiet than I asked the question. “I have heard so many things from so many people that I don’t know what to believe.”
“Yeah, me either,” I say. “I just know that when I think of the possibility of us being separated… I mean if one of us were taken… Elious, I don’t know what I would do.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Yeah, but what if it does?”
He doesn’t say anything for a while, almost like he is wondering if he even believes that it won’t happen.
“Elizabeth,” he finally says. “I think there is something wrong with me. I can’t explain it, I have thought it for a while now. At least eight or ten months, but my head and judgments are cloudy and I…”
“Me too,” I interject.
“You too?” he asks. “What’s it like for you?”
“It’s like I’m not me, like I am in a daze half the time, and the other half, I am in my head so much that I get lost there.”
“Me too,” he says, quietly as he looks down at his hands. “Me too.”
“Maria,” he continues, “was telling me that she felt the same way the other day, but I just thought that she was just trying to be nice because I was feeling so bad, and maybe she was… but there is no way that we all three feel the same way for no reason.”
We sit quietly even longer this time, Elious staring at his hands, and me looking at the wall across the room. I don’t think that either of us knows what to say.
“Do you think that we are being drugged or something?” I finally blurt out. “Maybe even so we don’t cause a problem for our Corridor?”
“I was just thinking the same thing.” he admits, in a hushed tone, but now he is looking me in the eyes. “But what do we do about it if we are?”
“Maybe, we should drink a lot of water, so we can flush our systems out if we are being drugged?”
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