Chapter 2

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"What's with the bus?" I ask my mom as I come out of the tent, clutching a book in my hand. I'd seen it through the little rip in our tent. It was me, my mom, and another lesbian couple and their daughter.

My mom tilts her head as she looks up from her bowl. She was making some sort of salad, her fresh ingredients scattered below her. Yes, there was a local garden. Of course there was, because Article1 was super consistent on that cult like feel. "Oh!" She gasps, standing up quickly and wiping her hands. "I completely forgot. I think everyone forgot", she says, running inside the tent, dropping her salad in the process.

"What?" I ask, coming into the tent and furrowing my eyebrows when I see her, rummaging through her bag that was resting on the floor.

"The leader is coming today, with her nephew", she says, and looks up to note my expression. "I swear, child. Every time you hear about a woman in power you get that same look in your eye. Gay republicans don't last in this world, you know?".

I roll my eyes as I look away so she can change into a nicer shirt. "I'm not a republican, mom. But Article1 was founded by a man", I say. I did my research of course.

"Yes and then he was a cowered and hid when the revolution took place. Got eaten alive by a coyote. You know this", she shakes her head and I stretch slightly, my tan ankles showing from my slightly too short jeans.

"Must have slipped my mind" I shrug and she shoves a jacket on me. I don't argue. This was important to her. To her sister. I shrug it on before stepping back out.

"Bailey! Is your mom in there?", Nehemiah, the large black man who was one of the only ones to make it out of the terrible fate that took Tyler and Gale. I nod and he lets out a breath as she comes out. "Leader is not happy", he says and my mom follows him, moving quickly towards the bus.

"You know what they say", a strong deep voice behind me says. I turn to find who it belongs to. "No ones happy if momma gay isn't happy", he chuckles.

I furrow my eyebrows. "The names Micah. Micah Quinn. I'm the leaders nephew", he says. "And I'm here to start the war", he winks

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