Amazing Kids! Magazine

Frackciddents

By Briana Gonzalez, age 12, Biscayne Park, Florida

 

Editors Note: This is a work of fiction set in the future and is not based off of actual events.

Part 1

Many changes have been taking place in our environment over the past 20 years. There has been a great amount of fracking going on. As a result, most of our water has become contaminated. What little water is left, the government controls, while small amounts of water are rationed to us.

Our lives have changed drastically. We are so hot that we can’t drive cars – instead we use electrical bikes. We have to take baths at a government run, public bath house and we only get to go once a week. We get limited amounts of water to drink, cook and use to wash clothes. We are tired, thirsty and dirty.

“Ok everyone. Stop reading your essays and pass them back, as soon as the paper is in my hands you can leave. You will also receive your grades next class,” my teacher says while getting up from her seat.

Walking home from school I saw an old lady hanging her clothes too dry. They looked like she hadn’t washed them, because you could still see dirty smudges on them. I wanted to share my water with her, but I remembered what my mother told me: “Don’t give water away to anyone.”

As I was getting closer to my house, I heard my parents talking about how expensive the water is, and how the government takes it all for themselves. I guess this was not happening only to the poor people, but to everyone.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad,” I say to my parents as I walk into the kitchen.

“Hello Lily,” they both say.

“I am going to be upstairs if you need me,” I told them.

“You’re not going to eat lunch with us?” Mom asked me.

“No, I’ll pass. I have lots of homework to do,” I replied.

The truth was that I didn’t have any homework. I mean, who gets homework on their first day of ninth grade? Instead, I was planning on doing something to help the neighborhood people. I wanted people to remember me as “Lily the Hero of Washington DC.”

Part 2

4 days later…

It is Friday and I finally finished my plan. I decided that I couldn’t do this all on my own. So, I asked my mom if my friends Maria and Johnny could come over on Saturday. I was ready for my parents to finally see me as a mature teen.

The next morning, I woke up earlier than my parents so I could get everything for my plan: cameras, notebooks, pencils, and a couple of water bottles. After I was done packing the supplies for my plan, I threw the bag under my bed (so no one would see it). Then, I go back to sleep.

“Lily! Lily! Wake Up! It’s already 10:00 and your friends are on their way,” my mom said while trying to wake me up.

“Huh! Oh mom! I thought you were someone else! Wait what time is it?” I asked.

“10:00!” my mom answered.

“Oh no! I am going to be late,” I replied.

“Excuse me, but where are you going?” she asked me.

“Oh no! I just wanted to go get breakfast with me friends,” I answered.

My mom looked at me suspiciously and then responded, “Ok!”

Whew! That was a close one. My mom almost found out about my plan, I told myself. It would be horrible if they found out.

As my friends walked into my room, I saw they were mad. They both told me that they wanted to spend their time at home watching TV, but their parents forced them to come. I smiled at them and told them not to worry; you’re going to have more fun with me.

“Here is my plan: we go to the White House to spy on them, and see what happened to all the water. We take pictures of anything suspicious, and make posters out of the photos so the whole community can see what is going on,” I told them.

They both told me that it is a good idea. And that made me proud because, they were already starting to look up to me, even though we hadn’t started yet. I took the bag from under my bed, and we started walking towards the kitchen. As I passed my mom, I said “Bye” and walked out the door.

When we got outside, we got on our bikes and started riding towards tenth street, where the government building is. When we got there, we saw swimming pools, tables full of drinks, and lots of water bottles. My friend and I immediately start taking pictures and gathering information in our notebooks. I was so disappointed, because our parents have been spending many hours working so that we could get so little water, and they get all the water they want. That is just not fair, I thought to myself.

Everything was going fine until someone caught us…

“Hey, what are you kids doing here on your own? Don’t you know that kids aren’t allowed here? And what are you doing with cameras?” one of the staff said.

“Uh, we were just…” I replied. My friends and I were starting to get nervous, as I began to second-guess my plan.

“You know trespassing is not allowed here. Now, I won’t need to punish you if you leave, but just remember: Always follow the rules, for the safety of all of us,” he answered.

With that, my friends and I quickly ran home, the staff’s words repeating themselves in our head. I thought about what I saw there, how they were wasting their water while the rest of us were living in a desert.

Part 3

When we arrived home, we told my mom everything that happened at the White House.

“Lily, I’m sure you just wanted to do a good thing, but sometimes there are right and wrong ways to make a difference,” Lily’s mom said.

“But mom! We have to do something,” Lily replied. They all began to think, each person lost in their own thoughts, until Lily’s mother spoke up.

“How about this,” she began. “We’ll get a ‘Right to Assemble’ permit tomorrow at the courthouse. Then, we can spread the word and get other people in our community speaking about this.”

The next day, I rushed through my breakfast and before I knew it, we were crossing tenth street, where the government building is. We got off our bikes and took out our posters. We started marching around the building shouting out, “We want more water! We want more water!”

“Hey what are you guys doing here again,” the same guy from yesterday said as he walked over to us.

“We think that everybody should be given the same amount of water, everyday. We will not let some people have more water than the rest of us! We should all be treated equally!” my mom shouts out.

For the rest of the day, we stayed there going around and around protesting for more water. Almost once every week we protested, with more and more people joining us every day. Slowly, the government started listening and before we knew it, everybody had an equal water supply. I’m glad that I was able to spread the word about our problem and that other people joined in. In the end, this experience has taught me that there are many ways to solve a problem – what we have to do, is choose the best one, create a plan, and do it.