Feminism Forgotten- The Election
Chapter one, Amelia
I hate the country I live in. Life is never fair.Especially for
the women. We are in the twenty first century but it is as if we
live in the 1950s. Our sketch of life for being women is The Good
Womens' Guide. Frankly I hate that book, I hated it after reading
a measly page. It was enough to understand the gist of the whole
thing. That page made me feel so insulted, mistreated, prejudged
After one mad malicious murder by a woman feminism went out the
window. Actually it was a serious slaughter. The perpetrator was
a woman called Maxime Munt, she was part of an organisation
called Feminism Forever, who her frustration too far and killed
ten piggish political men who treated women like disgusting
After one month she was found and arrested for the crime (due to
substantial evidence). Apparently she said: "I'm glad I did it.
It was a symbol of pride for Feminism Forever,". Those words
caused the "ban" of the organisation. Everyone knows that it
still exists. However the women (and some men, some) involved
have to be extremely secretive not to be found and put in prison
for ten years.
Maxime Munt is despised by every woman in the country. She
seriously put her sharp stilleto shoes in it. Her crime made the
situation a lot worse for women, not better. Plus it wasn't what
the organisation was about. They would never commit an act of
terrorism. Maxime however had a different personality status to
the other members, she was too passionate for her own good.
Living in this country is bad for me. Living in this area is bad
for me. Living in this house is bad for me.
This area is affected mostly by anti- feminism because the
murders happened here- it is the area for wannabe politicians- so
I'd be happier in a different part of the country. I'd never be
entirely happy though. Until I'm old enough I have to live in a
house with my Dad Carl Andrews who is the current popular
powerful politician who holds the record for the mistreatment of
If only I could live with my best friend Aidan. With him I forget
the discrimination. With him I can feel free.
Chapter two, Aidan
Oh Amelia, why are you so unhappy? Don't you know I don't think
like the others? Don't you know how beautiful and intelligent you
My best friend is Amelia Andrews, she's the daughter of the
notorious political power at the time: Carl Andrews. I became
friends with Amelia in nursery due to her humour- she easily made
me laugh. It has been great growing up with her as she is so
intelligent and resourceful and still funny- when she can be.
Everytime I see her I get butterflies in my stomach. She has wavy
sunshine- yellow hair that falls beyond her shoulders, greeny
blue eyes that are a mash up of lime and topaz and has a very
young face with rosy cheeks. She's beautiful to me. But
apparently the "perfect" woman has masculine features and is very
dark because that is what the average men is like. Ha. So to make
every woman perfect do we have to give them a sex change so
they'll be right?
If she wasn't a woman she would be ecstatic. But she's a woman in
a mans country. Oh, Amelia, I love you. Sometimes I want to kiss
you passionately to prove my love. I want to re- assure you that
I'm not like the others. Never would I be. I want you to know how
much I want you to be happy.
Chapter three, Amelia
Summer holidays time. At fourteen I should feel free and happy.
But I'm not. I feel trapped in a prison. I'm not happy at all.
Everyday I have to wake up knowing that I'll never be good
enough. I'll always be treated like a second class citizen. I'll
never let myself be treated like my Mum is. When Dad shouts at
her I flinch because Mum is a grown up carbon copy of me and it's
like he's shouting at me. My resolution is to never marry a pig
like my Dad, I'll either marry Aidan (I wish) or no man at all.
The thing with Aidan is that his parents keep him in chains and I
get the feeling that they'll try to monitor him all his life. I
don't think Aidan would let me live like that, he'd say, "You
One wish of mine is that Aidan never turns into my greedy, hairy,
red- faced Dad. But I know he never will. We respect each other.
Chapter four, Aidan
They're staring at me again. Why? Why? Why? They never give me a
moment of peace, their "innocent," dangerous eyes make my neck
prickle. If I so much as look up and scowl Mum says, "We're just
checking you're alright," while Dad sharply slaps my cheek for
"disrespecting my betters,". That's why their eyes are dangerous.
Every second of my life they have to know about. They have
miticulously mapped out my future and I am expected to follow
their plans. When I am sixteen I am to take on Dads struggling
business to learn independence and how businesses are run. But
Dad doesn't know how to run his business at all, that's why it's
struggling. Just because he made a mess of his life doesn't mean
he gets a second chance by arranging my life.
I know Amelias' Dad is a pig but at least he's a good provider
for his family. We have to scrimp and save to afford the
neccessities and our house is slowly falling into disrepair. Dad
has the nerve to blame Mum for it all. He says if she had looked
after him more he would have been in a better position to manage
My Mum is so sadly scared of Dad that she allows him to belittle
and bully her. I want to scream at Dad to stop and when he turns
around I would have the element of surprise on my side to enable
me to punch him. However I'm afraid that if I started I'd never
stop. I'd give him a punch for everytime he hit Mum, for
everytime a man had hit a woman, for everytime a man had
disrespected a woman.
Chapter five, Amelia
I'd love a brother or sister. Someone I could talk to, play with
and look out for. Dad hates me because I'm a girl and he wanted a
boy to train in politics and Mum barely spends any time with me.
I mean she looks after me- by herself on occasion but mostly she
calls Minerva to act as nanny, Minerva is an employee of Dad who
plays lots of roles in our family- but we never have a girly time
together. We went shopping together five years ago- that's a long
time ago in girl world. When I need to go shopping Dad orders
Minerva to go with me. Minerva is a very nice woman but she's
always so frightened to say anything. She never has an opinion,
she's too scared to.
Whenever I'm alone I try to daydream. Aidan and I would live
together in a cute cottage together, never interrupted, living in
peace and in perfect harmony. Or we'd live in a "cool" condo and
when it was sunny we'd run- holding hands- on the sand and when
it was stormy we'd stay inside listening to the wonderful waves
whipping the rocks.
Wherever we'd live we would be happy. I know it. But I hope we
can leave this country and go to a country of equality.
At the moment I'm lounging in my bedroom. Mum had it painted-
"I'll get Minerva to do it. She's proven to be very versatile.
Anyway as long as I don't get paint on me I'm not bothered.
Imagine the indignity of that,"- a bright beautiful blue and a
general theme of the sea with dangling ornaments everywhere.
Facinating. I still love it even though I've had to for years.
At the moment Dad is all riled up because his campaign isn't go
as smoothly as he expected. He expected to be politician* the
second year running without an opposition but a man is running
against him. He's taking his frustration out on Minerva, Mum and
anyone he can. As per usual. I want the other man to win, even
though I don't know what his speech was, it would take the smug
look off of Dads face.
*In other countries they would say president but an idiot decided
that in this country politician would be the right way of saying
president or the current political power. Stupid. Anyway it
confuses a lot of people from other countries and people in this
country as well.
Chapter six, Aidan
Ha. Stuff that in your pipe and smoke it, Carl Andrews-sorry for
the cheesy cliche but I feel triumphant. I hope you get beaten,
Matthew Manx did a way better speech:
"This country needs change. This year our crime rate went up by
70%. It is a disgrace. We should strive for better. A lot better.
In my reign I would welcome equality and change for the better.
Trust me and I will help. Trust me and I will bring this country
from the darkness. Trust me and I will make this country be an
honour to itself."
It was short and sweet and implied that women would be treated
the same as men but he didn't say it outright as there is a law
against that. Carl Andrews droned on and on and on for an hour
(at least) about how he was repecting traditional values, based
on the bible ect.
It was a load of rubbish that tried to say that as a country we
work best with women being treated badly because mostly in the
bible women are treated inferior. He didn't mention about
improving the crime rate, then again he wouldn't as the crime
rate is down to him. He really annoyed Feminism Forever when he
did his last campaign so they did the crimes (nothing serious) to
show their annoyance. They did them slyly so they can't be
pinpointed for them, well not directly.
Disgracefully I think Carl Andrews will win. The majority of men
with vote for him and men outnumber women here. It is a shame as
I like the look of Mathew Manx, youngish face, black hair, quite
tall, sparkly brown eyes, he looks professional - and passionate
and responsible- but like he's got a sense of humour. It's what
we need. It's a shame.
Chapter seven, Amelia
On my laptop I searched "Carl Andrews opposition," and I clicked
"Matthew Manx vs Carl Andrews, Who will win?" and it came up with
a brief profile of Dad and the stranger. I knew Dads already-
embarrasingly- so I looked at the stranger. It said the
Name: Mathew Manx
What he wants to change: The crime rate, the discrimination and
segregation in society and in schools.
For more information see our page on Matthew Manx.
The last bit interested me the most. No segregation. How
wonderful that felt to me is indesribable. To be able to go to
schools that the boys went to, to be taught more than the boring
basics, to actually feel intelligent. Aidan always says I'm
clever and that it gets wasted at a girls school where everything
is basic. Maybe he's right.
I clicked for more information and then my hopes went thunk. Dad
would never let me take part in an entrance exam because a) it is
his oppositions idea, b) he thinks segregation is a good idea and
c) he is a selfish man and never will he care about how I feel.
Anyway Matthew Manx would have to win for that to happen. There
would have to be a miracle for him to win. The odds are near
impossible as men really outnumber women in this country and it
will be the women who vote for him.
I feel really miserable know. I need Aidan to make me feel
better. He's the only person who doesn't ignore me ever. I'll
phone him and ask to meet in our special place.
Chapter eight, Aidan
The phone's ringing. It's in the living room and I'm in my
bedroom so Dad and Mum will get it. Dad's calling me down now.
Honestly. He's got the voice of a foghorn. I'm so sick of him.
Now I've hurried down the stairs to meet him. I'm facing him.
Gleefully he's smiling. What now?
"You have been requested for a conversation from Carl Andrews
silly snivelly girl," Dad informs me infuriatingly. I snatched
the phone from him.
"Hello," I said.
"Hello, Aidan. Please can you meet me? I ned you right now,"
Amelia asks, sounding upset.
"Of course, what's wrong," I ask worried.
"I'll explain when you get here, in our special place," Amlia
"Oh, goodbye," I say and I put the phone down.
I turn around and see Mum and Dad looking at me expectantly.
Nosy. Of course I have to dash but I can't tell them that because
they wouldn't let me. I run the opposite direction from Mum and
Dad, around the place where the phone is placed and to the front
door. Luckily it is unlocked when I squeeze to open it. Wasn't
Dad concerned just the other day about lax security? Then again
we don't have anything for thiefs to steal. Anyway, I flee out of
the front door, ignoring the shouts of rage coming from my
furious parents. I don't care. Amelia needs me and she is really
important to me. They aren't.
Chapter nine, Amelia
Our favourite place: the meadow beyond my parents manor; a place
Aidan and I always used to play in; of course we don't play the
games we did then, we just pretend or talk for hours. All of that
time flies by queerly quickly.
I can hear fast footsteps on the sensationally soft lime-green
grass. Also I can hear loud persistant panting as if someone has
run a marothon. As I turn around with worry it becomes clear that
I shouldn't be frightened of mad murderers. It's Aidan. His face
is a cranberry red and he's kneeling down clutching his side.
"Are you ok?" I ask.
"Do I look it? I just ran so quickly to get to you," Aidan
"If you'd rather not...," I start testily.
"I'd do anything for you," Aidan says surprising sincerely.
"I would too," I admit honestly.
"So what's your emergency?" Aidan asks curiously.
"Matthe Manx," I say bluntly.
"Matthew Manx? I thought you'd welcome his campaign," Aidan says
"That's the problem. I want equality amd no segregation, Matthew
Manx is going the right way. However he has very little chance of
winning," I explained.
"Very little chance doesn't mean it is impossible," Aidan says
"I know but I've turned into a pessimist..." I start.
"I wish you were still an optimist," Aidan tells me regretfully.
"So do I. But sometimes we wish for the wrong things. When I was
an optimist I was young and naieve. Anyway I want you to reassure
me that Matthew Manx will win and go down in history for allowing
equality," I say.
"Oh, Amelia, you know I can't do that," Aidan says sighing.
"But you just said that you'd do anything for me," I say slyly.
Deliberately turning his words back on him.
"Anything but lie to you. You'd resent me for something I can't
change. I wish I could make our country fair- I'd walk on water
to make you happy- but I can't," Aidan says.
"Yes you can," I answer, an idea forming in my mind.
"Can I?" Aidan asks suspiciously.
"You could hack into the voting system," I suggest. Aidan is a
genius with computers and anything technical. One of my flaws.
"But..." Aidan starts.
"You'd do anything for me but lie to me," I remind him.
"Oh, come on Amelia. It is preposterous..." Aidan starts.
There's my answer. No. He lied to me. He lied to me. He lied to
me. I never expected him to do that. My hearts' hurting. I need
to get away from him before I slap him. My eyes are prickling
now. He said he's do anything to make me happy. So far he's only
managed to hurt me. He lied to me. I'll never forget.
Chapter ten, Aidan
Oh, Amelia. Don't run away from me, especially with that horrible
hurt look in your eyes and tears trickling down your face like
relentless rain drops. I want you to be happy so badly is hurt.
Hurts deeply. If I did that though it wouldn't make you happy.
You'd always feel slightly wary of me. You'd think that the good
that had happened would be because of a lie.
Hark at me. I'm no saint. Not at all. I want to tell myself that
I did that purely based on your future happiness. That I was
selfless. But that is a lie. I was selfish. Seriously selfish. It
scared me. The idea of breaking a law, being put in prison. Away
from you. Of course I did think of your happiness too. I'm not
completely selfish. Just partially.
In future I'm not going to say things I don't mean. Right now I
feel like such a hypocrite it is unreal. Always I complain about
men who know that womens treatment is wrong but they don't do
anything about it. I'm the shame. I had a real chance and I blew
it. Really blew it.
Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please love me like I do
Chapter eleven, Amelia
The front door has been locked since I went out of it. Oh, man.
Pardon the expression. No, actually I hate that expression.
Really hate it.Why is everything women do controlled by man? Why?
I hate man. With a vengeance. Anyway I'll have to knock to be let
in. The door is made of wood so it hurts to knock on it. Why
don't I use the bell? It is quite a shrill shreaking noise but at
least it does its job; I can hear heavy footsteps coming to the
It's opening. No. Dad's angry face appears into the chilly night
air. He looks furious. He yanks at me by the arm into the hallway
and slams the door.
"Where werew you young lady? Dad says, dangerously quiet. The
"young," lady is an attempt to belittle me. It won't work. Not on
"I was walking," I answer vaguely in a timid whisper.
"Before Minerva went she said that you rished out of the door
with no explanation. She was very worried about you. As was your
mother and I," Dad said, in a whisper.
"You weren't worried about me, you never have been," I challenge
Dad doesn't answer. I get a sharp slap on my face that knocks me
to the ground. Dad walks over me to the kitchen. But whatever I
had said Dad would have done that anyway. He reacts with violence
while we suffer with pain.
Chapter twelve, Aidan
I'm worried about Amelia. When I followed her home- her home- to
check that she got their safely I saw her Dads livid facein the
doorway and then he slammed the door. I'm guessing she got as
rough a time as I'm going to get when I knock on our crumbly
door, the entrance to our crumbly house and to introduce crumbly
characters i.e. Mum.
Come on, Aidan. Get a grip. You're lucky. You won't get it as
rough as Amelia. Go on. Knock. That's it. Again.
Immediately the door opens. Dad is grinning gleefully- he always
seems gleeful to me- at me before he pulls me into the house.
"Ah, I knew when you were born that you'd be a disappointment. I
was right. You are bringing yourself down because of a stupid
girl. What would a priveledged little rich girl want with a poor
boy? Obviously she wants to shock her parents and use you as
her....." Dad starts harshly.
"Don't you dare. Don't talk about Amelia like that. Don't," I say
"I will say what I like in my own home," Dad retorts.
"Is that what you call it? It's a hovel," I insult proudly, glad
of my courage. I don't want my crazy, malicious, Dad get the
better of me. Not anymore.
"One day you'll see how tough it is in the real world. No one is
there to look out for you, to tell you what to do..." Dad starts.
"Actually, I'd rather not have yours or Mums' help. Talking about
Mum, where is she? I'll bet you're forcing her to iron your
shirts," I say, digusted.
"You're Mum doesn't mind a few chores. You can stuff it if that's
your ungrateful attitude, I won't give you any help at all," Dad
"Fine by me. I don't want my life planned by a crazy man who
can't..." I start.
"No," Mum screams and she jumps in front of me and recieves Dads
blow, intended for me.
She drops to the floor instantly, a sea of blood soaking into the
carefully ironed shirts meant for Dad. She has fainted and I've
got to wake her up. Dad won't bother. He's walked off, like every
man does after he has done his " punishment,".
Why do I hurt innocent people? First Amelia, now Mum. I'm going
to make it get better.
Chapter thirteen, Amelia
I hate my Dad. How could he walk away after hurting me like that?
The physical pain wore off but not the emotional pain.
How come Mum is never there for me? She is always doing something
else and never comforts me. If only I had a feminist Mum, she'd
make it better. But my Mum is like all the others, hides in a
corner and generally acts pathetic. Well I hate her too. I hate
everyone at the moment. It is so complicated. I just know that so
far nobody has made me happy, which they should of. Even Aidan
has let me down. If I can't trust Aidan, who can I trust?
Chapter fourteen, Aidan
Mum's concious again. It doesn't make me feel better though. I
should have just quit while I was ahead. But no. I had to really
rile him up. I still can't believe that Mum had the guts to jump
in front of me and out of nowhere.
"It was a motherly instinct,"Mum says, as if she can read my
"I'm so so so sorry. You look all swollen and red an... I always
screw everything up,"I complain.
"No. You don't screw up. Your Dad screws up , nearly every man
screws up. But not you. Aidan you are my hope for the future,
son. I love you so much. I may not defend myself but I'll always
defend you," Mum says soothingly.
"But that doesn't stop me feeling ashamed. What if I grow up to
be a screw up? What if I continue to make Amelia unhappy?" I ask.
"Look honey, live life for today. Amelia, loves you. You don't
make her unhappy," Mum says.
But even when I explain it all Mum still said that what I'd done
was right, even though it wasn't. I have to do what Amelia wanted
me to do. I said I'd do anything for her and I will. I mean it.
Chapter fifteen, Amelia
Aidan came around today with a bouquet of flowers- they must have
been expensive and his family is really poor so he must have used
lots of his saved up money. It was early so Minerva wasn't here.
But Mum was. She tried to send Aidan away but I pleaded with her
not to. Reluctantly she let him in but with clear disgust on her
face and a muttered that he couldn't stay long before she walked
away from us.
He gave me the fantastic flowers and commented on my sore scarlet
face. I scowled at him. How dare he make chit chat? How dare he?
"Look, I'm sorry, but you're not the only one who suffers. I live
in a dump with a possesive Dad who knocked my Mum unconcious
yesterday when he tried to hit me..." he started.
"Every Dad is possesive and most houses are dumps around here
because people run out of money to fix them up," I argued. Then I
added, "I'm sorry about your Mum,".
"Thank you, she's ok. I want you to know that I didn't come round
here for an argument. You'd outsmart me anyway. There wouldn't be
any point," Aidan said.
"What did you come round for?" I asked.
"To do what you wanted me to do," Aidan said simply.
"No, Aidan. When I was asleep I had a dreadful dream where
everything turned out wrong. You were in prison and we were kept
apart," I informed him, shuddering.
"So why are you still angry?" he asked.
"Because you were misleading," I informed him.
"Well I'm not going to be misleading anymore. I want to follow
your wish," Aidan said.
"I love you too much for you to do that. Please can't we forget
yesterday?" I pleaded.
"Fine. But in future be careful what you wish for," Aidan said,
sighing with relief.
After that Mum forced him to leave.
"He's riff raff, your father wants better for you," Mum said
"He is not riff raff and Dd does not care about me at all," I
answered and ran up here.
It hurts so much to know that Mum and Dad only notice me when I
go out too late or when I am with Aidan. I never see them. When
I'm older I want to be a great mother to my child, like the
mother I never had.
Dad is on tv; Mum is forcing me to watch. As if I care that Dad
is on tv; I used to but I was too young for my own good. Now I
know that Dad is talking rubbish. He is quoting the bible and he
is especially putting emphasis on the parts where women do sins
or the part where women are made second ecr.
But in some parts women are defended by Jesus so he is
misinforming everyone.Also, somebody had to be made second, just
because it was the women it doesn't mean we are second best; God
could have been saving the best, the most developed and
intelligent, until last- but maybe that sound slightly childish.
Also the bible was written by men so of course they will come up
smelling like roses and they will make the women seem second
best- not unlike the country we live in now.
The bible is about interpretation so I could argur against every
point he has made and convince everyone. I can't stand my Dad; I
want Matthew Manx to be on; he will show my Dad how to do a
Chapter sixteen, Aidan
I went to see Amelia today; the look on her Mums' face was
clearly disgust. I'm nothing to them;- her parents- I don't get
respect or even a greeting, I just get dirty looks and insults.
I'm glad I went to see her, we are both best friends again and I
don't have to break the law to win her approval. But I need to do
something to show her how much I care, I got the feeling that
Amelia is still slighly annoyed with me. But maybe I'm imaging
stuff like that because my brain wants me to do something brave.
I don't know. When I'm around Amelia I just want to please her
and I would do anything- should I say this after yesterday?- to
make her happy so I guess I am a little like her lapdog,
following her around and doing anything she wants. But at times I
feel at tenterhooks because the things that seem right to do and
say aren't right when they are done and said. Weird.
Anyway, the voting for the politician is happening all week so
all of the tv channels have bits of Matthew Manx or Carl Andrews
speech. Everyone is anxious to know who'll win. I want Matthew
Manx, so does Amelia, My Dad wants Carl Andrews and my Mum is
torn, she wants Matthew Manx but she is scared of what Dad will
do if Carl Andrews doesn't win.
I wish I could do something to help the women in this country. I
constantly feel as if I've never done any good to the world.
Well, I can't really do anything this week as it will be tension
everywhere, but I will soon.
Chapter seventeen, Amelia
I keep on daydreaming about Aidan; his beautiful black floppy
hair, his milky brown eyes, his well carved face, his laughter,
But I always get interrupted. I keep on thinking about this
election. Dad is so cocky it is unreal. At dinner (typically
acting as if yesterday didn't happen) he asked me:
"Don't you feel glad for your old daddy?"
"Glad?" I asked.
"Well I've got ths in the bag," Dad said smugly with a chuckle.
I was about to protest but Mum shook her head at me. It is always
like that, we sit down to a meal cooked by Minerva and Dad always
has to be the talking point. He never asks about Mum and I, he
just assumes we have uneventful lives. Well I'm not going to give
him the satisfaction of thinking he is more important than Mum
and I. I am going to be something special. I don't know quite
what that something is but I will find out.
Chapter eighteen, Aidan
Six days until the election finale. Lots of people are betting on
Carl Andrews winning, even Dad.
"But darling, don't you think that it is a little unwise when we
are in our current financial situation?"Mum asked. She's right.
We struggle here to pay all the bills, even though we are in the
less highbrown part of town. It would have been wiser to move
aways years ago but Dad didn't.
Dad's face turned bright red and a green vein appeared on his
forehead. Instanteously he slapped Mum around the face and
roared: "Don't tell me what to do woman. Our financial situation
is fine. We're fine,".
"Louis, I'm not going to accept this anymore. I willingly cook
and clean for you in the one wish for respect and I am going to
get it. We are not fine, either with money or as a family. Your
business is closing down and we are losing the bonds of our
family," Mum answered back surprisingly. When Dad was about to
hit Mum again I stood up, kicked my knee up to hit him hard in
the crotch and punched him on the nose.
"It is time for you to feel how painful life can be. You ruin
everythin you touch, your business and your fgamily and we won't
stand for it anymore. Either shape up or get lost," I said
passionately while Dad was feeling the torrent of blood from his
nose whilst keeling over from the pain I had caused his down
below. Also he was muttering under his breath, something like: "I
know how painful life can be,". I expected Mum to frown at me but
she smiled at me and gave me a high five.
Chapter nineteen, Amelia
I think my Mum is going crazy; she keeps on muttering to herself
and whenever I ask what she is saying she flinched. Then again
she always gets a bit het up before an election. Dad becomes
ultra-picky so Mum has to rush around helping Minerva get
everything just right. It's like I'm living in the story
Goldilocks and The Three Bears.
I don't know what Mum does normally as Minerva does most things
around the house. To be honest I don't think Mum is good at
cooking and cleaning so if we were an ordinary family she's be
screwed. Mum has a good singing voice so I guess she spends her
time in the studio, listening out for when Dad gets home or when
the doorbell goes as it could be "riff raff,".
I'll be glad when the election is over. I hate seeing Dads
bullish face on tv and I fell sorry for Matthew Manx because of
the odds not looking good. It is too stressful in my house with
Minerva and Mum rushing about and Dad ranting on about "out of
context," footage they have shown of him. He's getting less cocky
as the election comes closer.
Chapter twenty, Aidan
5 days untl the election ends. I've arranged to meet up with
Amelia later to talk. I need to look my best; she deserves a man
who'll make an effort for her.
I have lots of things I need to discuss with Amelia so this gives
me the perfect amount of time to think of them. If she knows
everything about me we are more likely to get together. "Get
together," sounds immature but you get the gist of what I mean.
Today, for the first time, I am going to ask Amelia to be my
girlfriend, so she will understand how much I love her.
I've put on black shoes (polished), black formal trousers with a
belt, a blue checked shirt with a stripy red tie and I have
gelled my hair. I look ok, I guess, but nothing special. Not
special enough for Amelia, that's for sure. I don't have many
clothes, we can't afford them, so I always end up with an
At school I get bullied for how I dress and how I act. I want an
education so I'll sit up straight and listen to every single word
the teacher says and do everything they say. I am the top of the
class, top of the year (that sounds boastful but it is true and I
worked hard for it). All the other boys mess around and take for
granted how great an education they have. Sometimes I see there
heads as punching bags and I want to punch them so badly, to show
my frustration at how unfair life is, education going to those
who don't care enough to learn whilst my best friend wishes most
for a proper education.
Everyday I pray to God; begging him to improve our world; I never
feel as if he is listening; I feel deserted half the time. I
think maybe God vanished, we caused too much disappointment for
him to bare so he left us to make mistakes and live in the bad
environment we have caused. I guess if I was God I'd get fed up
too. Everybody just does their own thing, wrecking his plans for
his creation and wreaking havoc everywhere.
God, if you are still here, will you make sure Amelia is happy?
Chapter twenty one, Amelia
Aidan has arranged for us to meet up in our special place. I feel
so so so happy. He only arranges to meet if he is very happy and
wants to make me happy or if he wants to talk.
I'll have to look my best for Aidan, every woman has to suffer to
look beautiful according to an article in a magazine Mum gave to
me today when she had finished reading it.
I wonder what Aidan wants to share with me; is it happiness or
Chapter twenty two, Aidan
I'm in the meadow. The sensational sunshine is shining its rays
onto the green grass and onto the blossoming flowers. I am
surrounded by a rainbow of colours. I just want to twirll around
and feel the breeze.
Amelia is almost in front of me. She is smiling sweetly at me.
"It's a beautiful day," Amelia says brightly.
"A beautiful day for a beautiful woman," I say honestly. He hair
looks even more silkily smooth in the light, her eyes a
kaleidoscope of colour and her face impeccably perfect. If only I
matched her intelligence or beauty.
"You're a charmer Aidan," Amelia says blushing.
"Thank you," I say.
"Aidan what do you want to talk about?" Amelia asks, her tone
"Oh right, I have tons to tell you," I inform her.
"Go on then," Amelia urges me.
"My Dad left yesterday night," I tell her.
"Are you serious?" Amelia asks, shocked.
As if I'd kid about that. I woke up this morning and heard my
Mums sorrowful sobbing. When I went to see if she was ok she
handed me a note:
To my wife and son
I have left. Obviously. I can't live here anymore. There is too
much to deal with. I know I never show it but I love you both
dearly but my anger, anxiety and depression gets in the way of my
relationship with you. I know it is a big thing to ask but I
don't want you to hate me for the pain I have caused you and I
want you to remember those faraway happy times we had, before I
Love you loads
P.S. Best wishes
P.P.S. To find out the beginning look at the end (remember that
That note sounded as if a decent guy had written it. If only I
had seem him like that more often then we would have got along
smoothly. If I had known about his "anger, anxiety and
depression," then I wouldn't have been so tough on him.
Amelia is looking at me curiously so I spill out all the details.
She looks so sorry and confused for me that I can't stand it.
"We're going to be fine though, his mood swings won't be missed,"
"Are you sure? You look guilty amd scared at the same time,"
Amelia informs me.
"Of course I feel guilty, I told you on the phone what I did to
upset him. I'm scared because I'll have to be the man of the
house," I say and my eyes water.
"Anybody who had common sense would do what you did and you'll
make a good man of the house," Amelia says comfortingly.
"You think so?" I ask.
"Of course. Anyway what else did you want to tell me?" Amelia
"Carl Andrews is winning on the polls," I informed her.
"Yes, I know. He was gloating this morning," Amelia says
"It's been estimated that it's going to be a close election.
Feminism Forever have increased there boycotts and increased the
amount of information booklets about them that they have
published so more people have access to them and they are
actually starting to read them," I inform her.
"Great," Amelia says smiling. She knew like me that if it was
close enough then they'd have to have a re- election so Feminism
Forever would have more chance to get there view across- and
probably more time to be caught.
After that we sat down. Doing nothing in particular but it felt
so powerful to be together in our favourite place in broad
One thing I just remembered I'd forgotten to ask was, "Will you
be my girlfriend?" and I asked it calmly. She didn't answer
straight away but I could see a smile.
Chapter Twenty Three, Amelia
Aidan. He doesn't need to ask. Of course I'll be his girlfriend;
just the thought has plastered a sweet smile on my face. However,
Aidan is looking expectant. Oh my gosh. Shouldn't he be able to
read between the lines? Anyway I eagerly say "Yes" and he looks
as overjoyed as I am.
Moments like this are a rarety; I'll have to imprint this in my
long term memory. Never did I expect him to ask me that question.
When I was younger they said growing up with boys jeopordised
intimate relationships. Apparently no matter what you felt
towards each other you would always have a brother/ sister
relationship despite the implied feelings of something more. That
was when I lost hope in everything. I felt so bitter with the
fact that I couldn't be with the boy I loved that I had to find
out all of the cons and unfairness in life. Now suddenly I have
the strengh to be optimistic agaub. Nothing is in my way. No
obstacles. Not anymore, Life is so beautiful, beautiful,
Romantic is the way to describe Aidan. He couldn't have asked at
a better time. Relaxed and beautific were our surroundings and we
were composed and he asked in that one perfect moment; as hard as
finding a needle in a haystack.
It is as if my weighted worries have vanished.
Chapter twenty four, Aidan
I feel I am the sky so high and free. She said yes. Just they way
she said it caught my attention; it was in a tone that suggested
that her response would be obvious to me.
Now I have the best girlfriend in the world. In heinsight I
should have asked her years before today but around that time I
was so shy that I wealed out. Anyway maybe it is better that I
asked now, we are both independent and mature enough to handle a
Chapter twenty five, Amelia
Finally the election. Aidan is here with me as Mum is too nervous
to send him away. Mum even let Minerva speeze on the sofa beside
us to watch. Even though it is just the introduction part we are
all eager to see every last bit of it so we are not chatting at
I can see Dad. He still has the air or arrogance that he has
aqquired since he became politician last year. Contrarily Matthew
Manx looks quite nervous, I want to give him a hug as it seem
that he might burst our crying. Weird isn't it how strong men can
end up bawling like a bersek baby?
It is being presented by Sean Pengton who is prolonging the event
something chronic that I have the urge to slap him. Hurry up. I
can't believe he won the award for Best Presenter, he'd only win
the award for The Man Best At Wanting You To Slap Him.
Once again they are explaining their pitches. Why? Not only do
all of the country know what they are but they could recite them
word for word. Anyway it is pointless as all have the counts have
been counted and verified and the winner is going to be announced
Aidan glances at me nervously. I sigh to show my nerves too. My
Mum is not making any movement at all. She's not even blinking.
It is as if she is a spider backed into a corner and too
petrified to move.
Contrarily Minerva is feverishly fidgeting. Her legs are doing a
dance, her eyes are twitiching and her hands keep on clasping
together then releasing the hold on eachother. For once in my
life I can't stand her. She is being even more annoying that Sean
Pengton and that is saying something.
Yes. Finally the moment has come.
"The upcoming politician is... Matthew Manx," Sean Pengton
"Did I hear right?" I ask.
"Yes, you did. Sean isn't happy about it," Aidan replies to me
and he spins me around. Minerva is jumping for joy too, Mum
however is livid.
"Look at you all. How dare you? This is a fix. My husband
deserves to win. Their will be a re election..." Mum starts
But she is cut out by Sean Pengton who says "Matthew Manx won 57%
of votes which beats the requirement we set in this country of
Mum marches off furiously which is the mirror image of what Dad
did. He was so surprised with the result that he turned crimson
and when the shock wore off he marched dramatically away refusing
to make a comment.
Minerva, Aidan and I share on happy moment celebrating. It is a
moment we want to last forever.
Chapter twenty six, Aidan
The time of celebration quickly ended. Carl Andrews was so
incensed with fury that he had to oppress others. He cut
Minervas' wage, got Amelias' Mum doing housework and forced
Amelia to stay inside unless she had "suitable" reasons to go
It took a lot of effort but Amelia and I did reams of excuses she
could effectively use to meet up with me, so many that he gave up
trying to stop her.
Nowadays we require meeting up more frequently. In society
Matthew Manxs' campaign didn't go down as smoothly as expected.
People like Carl Andrews punish the weak to make themselves feel
better. The people they punish are the women as they have been
degraded too much already to argue.
However this just means that the process is going slower than
expected. Feminism Forever have been doing more and more to raise
awareness of mistreatment and are on the grasp of either getting
more supporter or getting more people to listen and undertsnad
what they want to achieve.
Anyway Amelia and I are meeting up more often to prepare her for
her Entrance Exam. Matthew Manx managed to wangle the idea of
equal oppurtunities in school. But to start with only a few
schools are open to his scheme which means the entrance exams are
are going to be harder. But I honestly believe Amelia is ready.
I've gone through every topic and she absorbs everything like a
sponge. All she needs is a confidence boost as I am certain that
she will be one of the lucky few girls who'll pass. She'll get
Chapter twenty seven, Amelia
Aidan is stubborn. He insists that I will easily pass. I know he
means well but I hate the comments he comes out with about my
intelligence (well after the primary flattered feeling). I feel
so much pressure I could burst.
Every girl is forced to take an entrance exam to see if they
would be "suited" to a boys school. It is great news. Dad can't
neglect me of this chance like I expected him to.
I've worked so so so hard I feel that I deserve a place. The exam
is in two days time. Am I read? I feel I understand it; in every
topic I can answer with ease. But I feel it would be too
presumptious to say I had it in the bag. Oh, help me.
Chapter twenty eight, Aidan
One day left. Amelia is panicking that she'ss fail. Please let me
be a comfort to her. I long to cheer her up, to give her a thrill
"Aidan, I can't do it," Amelia says breathlessly.
"There isn't anything you can't do. You have the answers inside
of you. You know it all," I say warmly and she smiles.
Devastatingly powerful her smiles are on me so I give in to my
willpower and kiss her like a boyfriend should, like I should
have done more often recently. Kissing Amelia is like being lost
spirits who bind together to make one powerful spirit.
I'll have to leave on that action. My Mum needs me more than
Amelia. I depart with a good luck meesage to her. The smile that
she returns I cherish in my mind.
Chapter twenty nine, Amelia
Was that it? I've worried for so so long about a monster exam
that turned out to be simplistic. I feel that I have annoyed my
parents by constantly reminding them of the exam for nothing. I
feel that I wasted Aidans' time preparing me for it because I was
Unless ir just appeared easy on the surface and I gave dim witted
answers because I was guided into a false sense of security. I
don't know. I just know that it wasn't as bad as I expected.
Chapter thirty, Aidan
"What if I misjudged it?" Amelia asks.
"You won't have. You'll have read the questions carefully and
then answered them," I answer calmly and patiently.
"What if I fail?" Amelia asks quietly.
"It is always what if. As a nation we always look into things too
much. All day, everyday we could say what if. What if my Dad
never returns? What if my Mum continues to sink into the depths
of depression? What if I make you unhappy?" I explain.
"You have a point," Amelia admits reluctantly.
"Don't live for the future. Live for today. Don't worry about
things that are far away when you have the worries of the
present. You'd drive yourself insane thinking about it all. All
the test result is is a number on a piece of paper, it doesn't
make you who you are no matter what the number on it will bring.
I love you. Whether you do best or worst in the exam I will still
love you and you should love yourself too. The future is ours to
see and feel the rewards of. Lets see if Matthew Manx manages to
create equality, lets see if society changes for the better and
lets see if we remain strong," I say passionately.
I gently grab Amelias' hand and we walk towards the rays of the
sun where we are two people in love. For once we are not effected
by a struggling country. We are free.