{"id":1044,"date":"2018-02-15T19:28:39","date_gmt":"2018-02-15T19:28:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/?p=1044"},"modified":"2018-02-15T19:28:39","modified_gmt":"2018-02-15T19:28:39","slug":"the-threat-a-dystopian-scene-by-ayaan-rashid","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/the-threat-a-dystopian-scene-by-ayaan-rashid\/","title":{"rendered":"The Threat: A dystopian scene by Ayaan Rashid"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"pld-like-dislike-wrap pld-template-2\">\r\n    <div class=\"pld-like-wrap  pld-common-wrap\">\r\n    <a href=\"javascript:void(0)\" class=\"pld-like-trigger pld-like-dislike-trigger  \" title=\"\" data-post-id=\"1044\" data-trigger-type=\"like\" data-restriction=\"cookie\" data-already-liked=\"0\">\r\n                        <i class=\"fas fa-heart\"><\/i>\r\n                <\/a>\r\n    <span class=\"pld-like-count-wrap pld-count-wrap\">    <\/span>\r\n<\/div><\/div><p dir=\"ltr\">\u00a0I walked down the pitch black road. The only light was that of the moon that made it into the narrow street. I looked up at the tall buildings to my left and right. There red light of the security cameras followed me as I walked briskly. The camera eyed me suspiciously. Just keep walking and keep your head down, I thought.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I made a left at the next junction. This was one of the few roads that had street lights. Every so often, there would be a military checkpoint. These checkpoints stretched across the road, so there was no sneaking around them. There was barbed wire lining the fence behind the piles of sandbags sheltering hidden soldiers. There were machine gun nests and squads of riflemen. No one else was waiting to be checked, so I made it through quickly.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I continued down the street. In the distance, I could see a huge barrier. This must be the cordoned off part of town, where they take all of the \u201cthreats\u201d, I thought. I couldn\u2019t imagine the things the government does the \u201cthreats\u201d inside that dark, lifeless brick building.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I sat down on a bench on the sidewalk. I pulled a book out of my coat pocket and began to read when three soldiers appeared. I looked up and the officer in the middle asked me for identification. I gave him my papers. \u201cYou\u2019re Shane Morgan?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u201cYe- yes, sir, I\u2019m Shane Morgan.\u201d I replied, stuttering.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u201cWell, Mr. Morgan, you\u2019re under arrest.\u201d The officer said calmly. As soon as he said it, the troops to his sides pulled their rifles to their shoulders and aimed them at me.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I threw my hands in the air. \u201cDon\u2019t shoot! Don\u2019t shoot!\u201d I cried as I curled up into a protective ball. The middle officer handcuffed me as an armoured car pulled up.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u201cGet in,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The officers shoved me in the car and slammed the door shut. Then the car shot off, back towards where I came. It stopped and turned into a checkpoint. But this checkpoint was under a wall. I was going into the building of \u201cthreats\u201d.\u00a0 I was a \u201cthreat\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0I walked down the pitch black road. The only light was that of the moon that made it into the narrow street. I looked up at the tall buildings to my left and right. There red light of the security cameras followed me as I walked briskly. The camera eyed me suspiciously. 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