Katie Hill story | Krystle Whitney
Looking back I don’t rightly know why I did what I did. I guess you could say it was something I just had to do. Some action that, I thought, would prove once and for all that I was an adult and that I took adult action against adult issues. Of course this is what I told myself over and over before the big moment…before my life changed.
Michel had promised that what we were about to do would go down in history. That we were about to accomplish so much in such a little action. I didn’t quite know what to think and so I didn’t…I didn’t think.
“Hurry up!” Michel screamed as we ran to see the crowd.
I sighed, trying hard to show my reluctance for the situation.
She ignored my obvious gesture and stopped before the crowd. There they were. All of the 132 college students holding up signs and screaming to the crowd. Michel smiled. She seemed to be drawing in their strength and enthusiasm with every breath. I really didn’t know how she could understand what those college students where doing. Sure, they wanted the war to end. Sure, they wanted their brothers and friends to come back from Vietnam, but then again so did everyone in America and yet they still supported what our leaders had chosen.
She grabbed my arm and nodded. She was ready. My heart started beating while my faced turned red. I wanted to turn back and run, but it was too late. We were already joining the college students. I turned and watched as Michel started unbuttoning her shirt. My eyes widened. I couldn’t hear anything. Hundreds of shirts, coats, pants and other articles of clothing covered the sky as each students striped down to only their skin.
I don’t remember taking off my clothes…I just remember what happened after we stopped running around the college campus. There were so many guards and so many students looking around at all of us, trying hard to cover their eyes and hide the distain they had for our actions. Then I remember seeing my friend and the hundreds of others trying to dodge the police. I remember seeing their faces….the look of accomplishment spreading from every corner; and it was then when I realized what I had really taken part in.
Michel had promised that what we were about to do would go down in history. That we were about to accomplish so much in such a little action. I didn’t quite know what to think and so I didn’t…I didn’t think.
“Hurry up!” Michel screamed as we ran to see the crowd.
I sighed, trying hard to show my reluctance for the situation.
She ignored my obvious gesture and stopped before the crowd. There they were. All of the 132 college students holding up signs and screaming to the crowd. Michel smiled. She seemed to be drawing in their strength and enthusiasm with every breath. I really didn’t know how she could understand what those college students where doing. Sure, they wanted the war to end. Sure, they wanted their brothers and friends to come back from Vietnam, but then again so did everyone in America and yet they still supported what our leaders had chosen.
She grabbed my arm and nodded. She was ready. My heart started beating while my faced turned red. I wanted to turn back and run, but it was too late. We were already joining the college students. I turned and watched as Michel started unbuttoning her shirt. My eyes widened. I couldn’t hear anything. Hundreds of shirts, coats, pants and other articles of clothing covered the sky as each students striped down to only their skin.
I don’t remember taking off my clothes…I just remember what happened after we stopped running around the college campus. There were so many guards and so many students looking around at all of us, trying hard to cover their eyes and hide the distain they had for our actions. Then I remember seeing my friend and the hundreds of others trying to dodge the police. I remember seeing their faces….the look of accomplishment spreading from every corner; and it was then when I realized what I had really taken part in.
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