What is He?

The world is perfect. There is no racism or sexism. Everyone is equal. No one was more ugly or more beautiful then the rest. This was all because of Amendment 514 to the Constitution of the United Government Organization. From January 1st 2250, when 514 was put into effect, everyone was issued a devise. This devise covered their face with a white mask, and put a white robe over their body.

He was walking along the street. Next to him was his best friend, or a stranger, he could not tell anyone apart. From the casual glance of the rooftop observer he was just another white speck, in the white river headed toward the amphitheater. When he arrived in the theater he stood in the far back leaning against the wall. A man, the president or maybe a spokesperson, no one could tell stood on stage shouting through a microphone. The man called for more equality, more similarities, and more promises. The crowd screamed in response. Through the microphones in their masks, the screams came out to be the same pitch, same sound, and same tone.

But He was not screaming. He was not jumping up and down for joy. He just stood silently in the back, shaking his head in disagreement. When the man on stage called for any opponents to step in stage, He stepped one step off the wall, but then stopped. The booing that the opponents received shook him to the core, he was scared to be hated like that. So he took his position back on the wall. Silently opposing, but saying nothing.

After the "show" He left and walked down the alleyway toward the slum. The only thing that the government could not make equal was the class separation. Slowly he moved, deeper and deeper into the slums. He stops at a graffiti filled door, looked around, and knocked once, twice, three times. He paused looked around again then knocked five more times in quick succession. The door opens up seaming like a black portal. Out of the darkness comes loud thumping music. He enters the door, closes it, and takes off his mask. Underneath is a black haired boy, age 17, wearing a black shirt, jeans, and black Vanes. He walks downstairs and is greeted by his best friend. All around are people who had removed their masks. Man if the government saw this they would have executed them all.

He walks around talking to everyone, greeting old friends and new faces. Any who had seen him at the amphitheater would not have recognized him. The one at the theater was timid, quiet, and scared. The one in the club was charismatic, friendly, and welcoming. Then the music dies down and the DJ gets on the mic and says, "We were all at the speech made at the amphitheater today. What do you have to say in this unbiased setting?" This time though with his back straight, He confidently strolled through the front. Stepping onto the stage he grabbed the mic and said, "I think ............" In response he received both boos and praise. When he stepped off the stage he was not scared and shaking, but gave off the feeling of confidence.

Personal Statement Rough Draft

            Ring!! Ring!! Ring!! Call from Mom, Ring!! Ring!! Ring!!! The voice of the monotone, unfeeling phone echoed out of the darkness. I ran through the empty house, and down the hallway to the phone. At the time the hallway seemed to stretch on forever, but I shrugged it off. I answered the phone with my typical, "What's up" I groaned on the inside because what surly followed was a long list of chores. However, what my mom said next would forever be ingrained in my mind.
            That day had been like any other school day. I had gone to school, joked with my friends, and stared at the clock waiting to get home. The weather when I got home turned for worst. It was kind of discomforting. Immediately when I got home I ran through the cold house to start on homework. No one else was home, and I turned off all the lights except my own to save electricity. There I sat alone in a cold empty house. I could hear the rain on the roof, a steady pitter patter, and the occasional groan emitted from a settling house. I could feel the increased humidity sticking to my skin like a wet uncomfortable blanket. Occasionally a whipping wind would rush through, chilling me to the bone and filling the air with the smell of wet grass.
            Then the ringing started happening. That dreaded phone always bringing what I considered the worst news, chores. I could not have been so wrong. On the other side of the phone was of course my moms voice. She sounded shaky almost like she had been crying. The first thing I heard from her mouth, "Matthew you cousin, Brian, has been mugged in the alleys of Las Angles. He is intensive care right now." My vision flashed red for a second, then I lost my vision completely. I could feel my body swaying, and had to steady my self on the counter. I felt like I would lose my lunch.
           Soon afterward I could feel myself grow hateful. In a sense my little world I lived in, had been torn down and left with only a black pillar of hate. I hated the world for doing this, I hated the people who had mugged him, I hated the insurance agency for taking away his insurance, and most importantly I hated my self because in no way could I help him. It took me months of talking to my youth pastor and adults close to me to be able to let go of the hatred. But it was not for about six months when I heard Lecrea speaking about forgiveness was I truly able to let go of my resentment, sadness, and hatred. He had gone through much more things then me, but he spoke on how his life was full of happiness because he learned to forgive.
           Through all this I have grown though. I was able to become more forgiving, because I realized that holding on was tearing me apart. I have become more authentic through this time of trial because am I more confident to express my self. Because I had found myself falling apart, I now am more level header and posses a stronger "foundation." Finally through this all I was able to become a stronger Christian and grow closer to God.

           Just like Matthew West said in his song Forgiveness, "Forgiveness Forgiveness it flies in the face of all your pride. It moves away the mad inside... It's the whisper in your ear saying 'Set it Free.'"