Hey I'm writting a story called "Trapped." Well here it is,

Chapter 1

It didn't use to be like this, I can't really remember the days where we could drive to movies, go to parks or even walk on the sidewalks the rest of thoughs memories are a blur. My dad, the mayor, thought that life would live in glory if we couldn't leave the barrior of our yards. Mostly he thought nobody would get killed, yet more people are getting killed now. Peace Keepers are crawling through the streets making sure nobody escapes, if they do they will be sentenced to death or jail. Today everybody is excited, because of the festival. The festival is the one time a year where people can leave there houses. What happens is everyone meets at a empty lot, we get counted by peace keepers and if we didn't show up they would look for you and kill you. After role call the mayor gives every family a crate of everyday supplies, depending on the family. The supplies last one year, if you use them up before the next festival you have to wait. That explains how our lives are, but for me my life is an adventure. I escape my yard and explore, I have been caught before but since I am the mayors daughter i get warnings no death but i am almost to that point, death.

CHAPTER 2

The sun was slowly creeping up onto the mountain peaks, creating an orange sun set. I know today was the day of the festival, to me it was exciting. Not the exciting the other people are feeling, more like, It's the one day where everyone won't be watching me, except the peace keepers, but I have stratigies on out smarting them. Instead of getting my best dress on, I got my normal clothes on. I opened the closet searching for my red rain boots. All I found was dirty shirts and food that should've been thrown out. I jumped on to my bed and stuck my head through the crack between my bed and the wall, still no boots. I ran down stairs, I see my dad,the mayor, getting his tie on getting ready to leave for the festival. My mom was cooking on the stove, it smelled like pancakes.

"You hungry?", my mom asked.

"Not really.", I said

"Okay, your father is going to leave early to the festival, are you going to go with him, or when it starts?"

"I'll go when it starts, I have things to do."

"Is that what your wearing to the festival?", my dad asked.

"Yes, is that a problem?"

"Well, your the daughter of me, the mayor, so I suggest you to dress more advanced."