The Resistance

By Jodie Hill

RNT had special coverage of the protest across the entire country. Tillary had created a movement that any activist would dream of. Law enforcement across the country had conducted mass arrests of students. So many students had been arrested that the authorities had to set makeshift prison camps . The whole country seemed to be in a state of chaos.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796061680

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Copyright © 2019 by Jodie Hill.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-7960-6169-7

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Rev. date: 09/24/2019

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Prologue

November 9, 2016, 1:30 a.m., Tillary had been watching the presidential election results since six o’clock last night.

It’s one thirty in the morning, don’t you think it’s time to go to sleep, Tillary? You have school in the morning, Beth said to her daughter Tillary.

All of Beth’s other children were sound asleep. Beth had allowed Tillary to stay up late and watch the election since this was the first time a female could become president of the United States.

Tillary heard her mother, but she could not tear herself away from the television. Tillary was absolutely confident that Democratic presidential candidate, Alison Smith, would win the election over her opponent, Republican presidential candidate, Davin Joseph Tramure. Tramure had promised to take away the rights of women, minorities, children, and immigrants. In Tillary’s mind, there was no way Tramure could win with such a negative political platform. Over the course of the night, things had not been going the way Tillary thought they should. Tillary decided that her mother was right; besides, she figured after some much-needed sleep, she would wake up to see that Alison had won the election.

Tillary stood up from the sofa and walked over to the bottom of the steps, where her mother was standing with her arms folded, with a look of impatience.

Thanks, Mom, see you in a few hours, Tillary said as she kissed her mother on the cheek.

Beth was very affectionate with Tillary; she couldn’t resist an opportunity to show her daughter love. Beth gently grabbed Tillary’s face and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

See you in a few, sweetie, Beth said.

As Tillary walked up the steps, she noticed her father standing at the top, staring at her. Tillary hated it when he gazed; she always felt like he disliked her. Lately, Tillary did not feel close to her father. Even though he made sure she never wanted for anything, he seemed distant and treated her cold. However, when it came to her brothers, Timothy and John, Tillary never saw a better father. When Tillary was a little girl, she loved him very much. She wanted to know and understand her father, but that yearning was no longer a part of her. As Tillary walked past him, she smiled politely. Tillary felt so awkward she walked as fast as her feet would allow her to walk to her bedroom.

Chapter 1

As the alarm clock blared, Tillary reached over to the nightstand where the clock sat and turned the clock’s alarm off. Tillary jumped out of bed so quickly it made her dizzy, but it was not enough to slow her as she dashed to the bathroom, quickly brushed her teeth, splashed water on her face, and used the toilet. After Tillary was done, she darted out the bathroom, down the hall, and down the steps where she made her way to the kitchen. After reaching the kitchen, Tillary immediately fixed her eyes to the television.

Tillary did not notice both of her brothers sitting at the table with her father; neither did she notice her dear mother standing at the kitchen sink drinking a cup of coffee. The only thing Tillary noticed was the television. Tillary’s mouth hung wide open as she took in the news from the television. She watched in pure disbelief. She was snapped out of her trance by the very loud and openly antagonistic words of her younger brother, John.

Hail to the next great president of the United States of America, Davin Joseph Tramure! Bless Tramure. Tillary, look, Tramure won! John shouted, very pleased with himself.

Tillary became enraged instantly. In a flash, Tillary pounced on her brother, grabbing him by the throat. John struggled to remove Tillary’s hands from his neck. Their father separated both of them quickly. John was frightened by Tillary’s violent behavior.

Tillary had never been violent. She had never even been in a fight. Tillary believed in nonviolence. She always felt compassion for others and strived to be a loving humanitarian.

As Tillary labored to breath, the sight of her brother made her seethe. She loved her family, especially her brothers, but lately John had been taking on the views of the Republican presidential candidate, Davin Joseph Tramure. John had begun to speak ill of minorities. A week ago, John told Tillary that black people should go to jail so cops could be safe. Tillary thought John was merely teasing her. He had also become increasingly sexist, demanding that Tillary do his dishes. Tillary asked him one day why he did not eat after school.

John replied, I’m waiting on Mom to come home from work to cook for me since a woman should cook for a man.

Tillary, never put your hands on your brother that way again. Do you understand? Brian said menacingly.

Tillary could see that her father was highly agitated by what she had done.

He started it, Tillary blurted out.

I don’t care, you don’t deal with it that way, Brian said.

Tillary searched the faces of everyone in the kitchen. She saw concern in her mother’s eyes, but it was the fear in her little brother Timothy’s eyes that caused her to feel shame and hurt.

Timothy was the exact opposite of John. Always polite, respectful, kind, giving, and most of all, compassionate. Tillary knew Timothy looked up to her. She knew the enormous amount of respect he had for her. Timothy loved his big sister, and Tillary never wanted to jeopardize that love.

After quickly gaining composure of herself, Tillary walked toward John, extended her arms for a hug, and said, I’m sorry, John, I didn’t mean it.

John snatched away from her and went into a tirade. Stay away from me, you bossy girl. You are not the boss of me. Did you really think you could bully me? Why can’t you be a real girl? You are a stupid girl. You think you know everything, but you know nothing. Just wait ’til Tramure takes office, he will shut that loud mouth of yours and put you and all your stupid opinions in your place.

Go to your room right now, John! Beth screamed.

John looked at his mother in anger then looked at his father. Brian nodded his head for John to go to his room.

In a low voice, Brian said, You didn’t have to talk to him that way.

Beth rolled her eyes but did not respond to Brian.

Tillary exited the kitchen just as fast as she had entered. She ran up the steps, down the hall and into her room, slammed the door shut, and dove on the bed and began to violently sob.

One thousand questions were running through Tillary’s mind, but the biggest one of all was how did this happen. How did Tramure win the election? Tillary felt there must have been a mistake. More than that, the cruel words of her brother John had stung the worst of all. Those words were not her older brother’s. Tillary knew that John’s mind had been infected by Tramure. It was that thought that showed Tillary she had to do something, but what?

Tillary knew that she would need to be in school within the next hour. She checked the clock on her nightstand. It was 6:00 a.m. She also knew that most of her schoolmates felt the same as her.

Tillary thought that maybe her best friend Emily and herself could come up with a plan of action. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand and texted Emily to meet her in the girls’ bathroom by the cafeteria once they arrived at school.

Chapter 2

November 9, 7:20 a.m., Tillary looked in the mirror to check the tiny bump on her upper left forehead. She had been waiting in the girls’ bathroom for about ten minutes. Tillary brushed her hair back with her right hand then squeezed the bump on her forehead with both of her index fingers. The bump was too small to do anything yet.

Great, just what I need, Tillary said, frustrated.

The bathroom door swung open. Tillary turned around and saw Emily come in. Tillary was happy to see Emily. Emily was the perfect complement to Tillary. Emily was the same age as Tillary. They were both sixteen years old. It was true that Emily was shorter than Tillary at five feet one. What Emily lacked in height, she made up for in beauty. Emily had dark brunette hair, green eyes, pouty lips, and soft, pale skin. Tillary was not jealous. Tillary was five feet six with blonde hair, blue eyes, and what she believed to be the best legs in school. Tillary knew together they were easily the most popular girls in school.

"Oh my god, Tillary, what happened? How did this