Warriors of Change: Breaking Free from School

By Tina Brescanu

Milla's in Government, her Change is Freedom party is gaining more and more members and their message of more sustainable and fun reasons for living spread across the globe. School is finally top of the agenda. As change sweeps across Dublin and the whole country, the Government declares the country a state of emergency over out of control children, pressurised by the opposition of change, adults losing their power over children, and so ensues an epic battle, children against adults.
Schools start disappearing, exploding and falling to the ground, but is it arson or an act of nature?
The rising of children against their parents, against their guardians and elders, against their teachers and their superiors have governments and authorities around the world lashing out with punishment, restrictions, threats, and, of course the twin of school, prison.
The internet is closed down in order to cut connections of children from around the globe, but children of the universe, full of cosmic love, have other methods of getting together.
As the foursome are sentenced for treason will the young people of the world still manage to gather in Ireland for a life changing new declaration of human rights, the declaration of children of the universe?
The exciting and thought-provoking second instalment of Warriors of Change will challenge you to open your eyes to new reasons for living, in a new dimension, taking you on a magical journey.
Will the foursome endure the new challenges? Will their friendship survive and humour prevail?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tina Brescanu
• Release date: Aug 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301730414

Tina Brescanu

Tina is a bilingual writer of unconventional fiction.

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WARRIORS OF CHANGE:

BREAKING FREE FROM SCHOOL

By Tina Brescanu

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Copyright © 2014 by Tina Brescanu

All Rights Reserved.

We need education, not schooling.

CONTENTS:

Change is Freedom

Stagnation stuckers

Truthtelling

Underground children

Letters telling stories

Ghosts in the Government

Bully and victim

Tá athrú saoirse

Spontaneous (school) combustion

Design of dreams

Midsummer magic

House arrest

Respite from reality

Culture story traitors

Forced realignment

Sentenced for treason

SOS

Culture of hatred of children

Love is the best rebellion

Halloween

Children gathering

Declaration of the children of the universe

CHAPTER 1

CHANGE IS FREEDOM

Change is freedom! Milla's body buzzed in pleasure. She ran through the streets of Dublin to take her seat in the new almost all inclusive Irish Government at only fourteen. Milla's journey from a fresh teenager at thirteen, the new age of inclusion when they started their campaign of change, to a fourteen-year-old teen had been a roller coaster ride, and it wasn't about to stop. Ireland didn't seem so old-fashioned and conservative anymore.

What do we do now? Holger, her Irish twin brother, dragged his feet and halted Milla's pace. Surrounded by congratulators, supporters and potential co-workers, Milla's brain wired up while her body also begged for sleep. The foursome had been working hard on the campaign trail the last couple of weeks. Milla yawned loudly, showing off her biggest asset, her mouth and set everyone else off too.

Let's start a new political party! Milla couldn't stop yawning, yet new ideas kept popping up.

She won as an independent candidate, and now she wanted more people to join their cause and become change warriors.

I love you, Milla. You're the best sister ever! Holger squeezed her hand briefly.

Milla skipped from the extra energy jolt. Holger always encouraged her crazy ideas.

The dirt lining the streets didn't bother her at the moment, but she made yet another mental note to clean up Dublin, good and proper. Dirty Dublin was in for a change. Milla also wanted more greenery, more trees, more playgrounds, more of the stuff Dublin had neglected.

Why not smida medans järnet är varmt as they say in Sweden, Milla spoke English, Irish, Swedish, and Portuguese, thanks to her Swedish mum and Brazilian dad, but English was her mother tongue as English was the language of the country she was growing up in. She loved the way her parents didn't follow the advice of experts who said the mother tongue of the parents was the most important.

What does that gibberish mean here in Ireland? Sky hadn't learned any Swedish yet despite hearing Milla and Holger and also Sunny, half Finnish as she was, speaking Swedish, but never to show off or to exclude as some people used language.

It means to do whatever you want to do now, Milla always translated her way, not always the correct way, but it meant the same thing. They had come to a complete standstill, and Sky took her up on her Swedish words.

Why don't we start now, hey do you want to join a new political party? Milla, what's the new party called? Sky joined the new cause equally eager, shouting out for members.

Change is Freedom, Milla liked what had come out of her mouth a few minutes ago and decided to go with the name. People around them cheered and agreed by helping to spread the information. Milla usually avoided crowds, but today she coped with the masses thanks to her internal connection to her sea of creation at the back of her heart, as normal a destination as a sun holiday for most normal people.

Always your own way, Holger read her thoughts and commented. Milla smiled as happiness coursed through her body, like internal tickles.

Change is Freedom, join our party now. Milla's in Government, but there's room for everyone. Join our party; Change is Freedom! Sky continued the announcement of their new party; a party Milla hoped Ireland would take to its heart.

You're going to continue your bulldozing ways I hear, a journalist didn't ask but presumed and stuck a microphone in Milla's face. Milla didn't like adults with no manners, but she replied.

Yes and no, it's all in the interpretation, I'm bulldozing in your opinion because I'm a child, but I'm changing for the freedom of Ireland, for the freedom of everyone, but, of course, mostly and finally young people. She suppressed a yawn. Visions of her bed weren't going to deter her from work, love work.

You're wide awake and alive. Sunny put her wings around her and gave her a new lease of energy.

Thanks, you're an angel. Milla and Sunny giggled. Sunny was an angel, but not everyone saw wings; all they saw was a dark chocolate coloured girl in white clothes with some golden details.

Remember, losers are winners too. Sunny still held her close, and the warmth and softness of her wings almost put Milla asleep. We probably look like lovers the world.

How? Milla shook herself awake by protesting Sunny's love message. Holger butted in to explain.

They will change too. Winner and losers both get a new lease of life when something is over. You won, and now it's time to start again, and you are starting a new political party. The opposition's job is to prevent you from getting members. Holger smiled, and Milla scrunched up her face. She crossed her arms and stared at both.

Holger and Sunny hugged instead of paying her attention.

Why did their special connection annoy her? Was she in love with Sunny? If she was, what was the problem? Love was a force no one could force. She was happy Holger had fallen for someone other than her. His admiration was sometimes too much.

No, I'm mean; Holger's love is limitless and expansive, and I'm just envious. Holger managed to be vulnerable with strangers in a way she couldn't. He always hugged people, and if they didn't want to hug back, he just hugged himself and smiled. Her grip of herself loosened as Sunny tickled her with the outer feathers of her wings until she eventually gave up the grumpiness and laughed. Sunny tickled Holger too and as Sky was already laughing the foursome created a laughter melody and infected people. Their laughter spread like fire. Milla had always known laughter to be infectious, but this was on a different level. She grabbed Sky's recording apparatus from the rucksack at the back of his wheelchair and held it up as high as she could, and she reached higher than she had before as her desire to record the laughter made her grow.

As the sound of mass laughter spread throughout the whole of Dublin, increasing numbers of people signed up to the newest political party; Change is Freedom.

Milla also grew and grew, remembering she could use whatever power of an animal she wished for. She was a power animal; this was her gift. She giraffed herself up into the sky and recorded the most beautiful sound she had ever heard in this lifetime in Dublin; a laughing concert that went viral.

Sky should add this to the virtual world of Warriors of Change; we'll spread infection, a good infection for once.

Milla's victory deserved a perfect celebration, and she thanked Pupsniks and Nunni. She would do what she loved doing from now on, not what school decided for her and marking the occasion in this unusual way fitted in with both her plans and her ideas. The weather agreed with her, and the recently hatched Change is Freedom party people too.

A shield lifted off the whole of Dublin, and everyone could breathe easier. The city grew bigger in front of her eyes. Dublin also grew more significant, perhaps into its right size. The lilac and yellow colour of the sky intrigued as much as the aurora borealis Milla remembered from last winter's holiday in the north of Sweden.

Pupsniks and Nunni are painting Ireland for a massive celebration, the homecoming of all homecomings, Milla exclaimed, happiness seeping out from every pore as she came back down to report what she was seeing.

If they are up there, does that mean we are too? Holger rightly pointed out that the creative energy of their divine. Pupsniks and Nunni were part of them. Milla's allergy towards religion stopped her from calling Pupsniks and Nunni God. Adults had always insisted God most certainly wasn't a child, never mind two. To say so was blasphemous.

They're my friends so no better and no worse, and as they said themselves, all they do is support everything I do. We're all doing the work ourselves, lazy buggers, Milla waved a fist about while giggling.

We are where we are supposed to be, finally! Sky sank into himself as much as relaxing back into his wheelchair.

Full ownership! Milla fist-banged her chest like a gorilla, and for a second, that's what she was, a powerful gorilla. How am I doing it? Don't question your talent; you're a power animal. How come I always choose to become animals of another country than my own? Because I landed in Ireland, but I'm more than Irish. Milla enjoyed her internal dialogues as much as she liked any candid conversation.

It's not just Dublin; it's the people. I can see the energy field around them. Sunny explained that it didn't need to rain for the colours of the rainbow to be present.

It's enough for people to occupy their own bodies, their own minds, their own souls.

Better enjoy it while it lasts. Milla looked at a miracle instead of an everyday occurrence, but she would fight for change continuance.

We're children, young people and big kids, Sunny reported her numbers, and when they added them all up, the future looked instantly brighter.

WE'RE FREE! Milla shouted. WE BELONG TO OURSELVES! WE ARE NO LONGER SLAVES TO INSTITUTIONS WITH NO RESPECT FOR ANY HUMAN RIGHT OTHER THAN THE RIGHT TO SURVIVE! WHAT'S THE POINT IN SURVIVING IF YOU NEVER GET TO LIVE?

Her words echoed back to her from the crowd. The streets of Dublin expanded to fit all the new people with a voice. Listed buildings also took a step back for the children by moving and making room for the new. Of course, not everyone could see this, but the foursome noted the magic digitally.

History might record us as a new breed of people, but the truth is we have always been here, only now we refuse to be ignored anymore. Milla liked talking; perhaps too much as she sometimes found the balance of talk and silence more difficult than changing the world.

The haters of Milla and her team had placed themselves in front of the government buildings. They were determined not to let her in, win or no win. People chanted anti-Milla slogans, but they only spurred her on. Words didn't hurt her, but a kick in the backside did.

CHAPTER 2

STAGNATION STUCKERS

It's so typical of you, Boar. No imagination, always kicking, hitting and spitting. Milla picked herself off the ground. Her back hurt, but she pretended to be okay. He waved an Irish flag in front of her, and his mob of haters also carried the symbol of nationalism. His people blocked the entrance. Some climbed the fence, trying to get over but kept being pushed back by the Garda in charge inside Government buildings.

I love Ireland too, but my love is based on love, not fabricated notions of love. Your country doesn't love you, never did, but we're going to change all that if you let us in. Milla wished she could magick herself inside as the roar of people hurt her ears. She tried to shield herself from the onslaught of people pushing her away, and she choose to escape through the power of giraffe once more. Milla smiled at a grinning Boar down below, yet right in front of her from his perspective. She kicked him Irish dancing style, but she was a giraffe only no one could see or perhaps Holger and Sunny could.

We'll never let a child into the government building, the voting was rigged, it was a sham, no government in their right mind would allow this to happen, Boar made a gun gesture and spit in her direction People pushed against her, and she kept kicking back. From the newfound height, she bent down and shouted into Boar's ears.Ireland is making up for its past mistreatment of children by including everyone. I'm the voice of the voiceless which from now on includes everyone, not just taxpaying adults.

Boar clasped his hands over his ears while looking at her with disbelief.You're the voice of madness! Some of his followers pulled Boar away from her, but he fought them off and came back for more truthtelling.I won fair and honest. Ireland is changing; get used to it you stagnation stucker! Milla stuck her tongue out to Boar and the rest of his haters. Sunny, who was almost always right beside her recorded Milla's latest new word in her mental notebook. Stagnation stuckers, where do you get it from? Milla didn't know. She turned to the adult part of the opposition, the bystanders who had come for the show and pleaded to their big kids' selves hidden somewhere deep inside.You with your jobs for life, climbing of imaginary property ladders, holding on for life, stagnating the energy of Ireland, we need fresh air. Ireland needs change, and I'm part of the change, so whether you plan a leap of faith or whether you wait to be pushed, change is finally coming to Ireland! She had to shout, and when they heard, they spat and cursed at her.

Hate doesn't hurt when surrounded by love or when you know how to repel it, she told Sunny who put her angelic wings around her, wings only select people could see.Sunny, am I immune to hatred, how come I'm not weak and tired, full of anger or sadness or something? Sunny and Holger shook with anger. Sky circled them in his wheelchair to keep everyone at bay. You don't choose from the set life menu, so, nothing is automatic with you like with so many others. Sunny's explanation made sense to Milla. Milla went high in the sky again to admire the contrast between laughter and the celebration of her win to shouting, spewing of hate in an attempt to fail her from the start.Change is freedom, she said to Holger who possessed the ability to escape too but in a different way. He was also standing on the ground, looking normal to the masses but in his mind, he was up in the sky with her. Holger checked the internet on his phone and read out loud: Will Milla be allowed to take her place in the government?

Traditional media are on the oppositions' side; that's not news. Milla wasn't surprised or shocked and, of course, she was going to be let in, at least not without a fight. Holger continued reading, both oblivious to the commotion down below or all around them.

Milla is a nonconformist, out of control child responsible for awakening our children and teens up to false hope. It's a crime against Ireland, and she shouldn't be allowed to take her seat. The voting was rigged, and the Taoiseach was drugged when making the maddest decision in the history of our republic. Holger gasped while trying to catch air and Milla shouted out her pain as Sky bumped into her as he careered around them, phone in hand. He said sorry and showed her the reason he had forgotten to steer properly. She plonked herself in his lap.The inclusion of teens is the best decision, no change that, it's the only good decision made since Ireland became a republic, this will finally go far enough to forgive the atrocities perpetrated against innocent children and young people across time and land. Sky waved the phone around, so it was hard to read, but Milla had got the gist. She was as wanted as she was unwanted. Fair enough.I'm sharing it widely on Warriors of Change, Sky said and started adding the news on all websites connected to Warriors of Change, their social network, a network for change warriors.Great, Sky. Milla got up, kissed him on his third eye when she spotted Boar in her rear view eyesight catapulting himself on her. She moved quickly, and Boar landed on Sky instead of her. Sky's phone flew out of his hands and smashed on the ground. Boar laughed manically and jumped on the