"Delaney! Shouldn't you be getting your homework done?" I nearly fell right off the couch when I heard my Father's voice echo through the hall. As soon as I got home from school I plopped on the couch with no intent of ever getting up. Thoughts about Abygian language lessons and Abygian history had bored me to a light sleep.

I used to enjoy school. Well at least to the point where thoughts about it didn't make me face plant on the couch. But since the Abygian terrorists took over our once great country they had issued a law to all the schools saying we must only learn Abygian ways. But I refuse to listen. I usually skip classes and fail tests on purpose. It was only natural to me. I'm not a person who likes to be controlled.

I get punished of course. But not with suspensions or detentions. I have been whipped six times in the past week and I have the bruises to prove it.

Abygians are cruel disgusting people who have no right to treat me this way. They usually have tan skin with cold black eyes. They come from some small island east of Madagascar. An island no one even knew existed until about a year ago.

They invaded our country in boats, helicopters, tanks.. It was the scariest day of my life. I can still remember my Father shouting "Stay down! Stay down!" when the Abygian soldiers entered our home. I and my family's heads were all at gun point as they shouted random things in Abygian.

I shook my head a little, trying to dispel the memories of that dark day. I got off the couch slowly and grabbed my backpack on the way to my father's office.

When I walked inside I could see my father hard at work on his computer. He typed quickly, murmuring things to himself. He used to be a police officer, but now only Abygian soldiers took care of enforcing the law.

He is about 42 years old; I knew this because he has been telling me that he is only 36 for the past six years. He had dark brown hair with obvious gray patches.

I adjusted my throat obnoxiously to get his attention. He looked up at me and smiled grimly. "Are you going to do your work?"

I groaned a little "Why should I? I shouldn't have to learn Abygian history. I'm not an Abygian, I'm American. They need to get this through their thick foreign skulls."

My dad sighed and took off his glasses "The more you resist the harder it gets. I don't want them beating you anymore." He said the last part with an extra bit of despair. He lifted my black sweatshirt up a little which revealed the dark purple bruises on my sides.

I quickly pulled my sweatshirt back down; I hated seeing what the sight of those bruises did to my father. He was already depressed enough; I didn't want to make matters worse.

I looked down and sighed a little "Fine. I'll do it." I muttered quietly.

He smiled best he could "That's my girl." He was about to go back to work when we both heard his fiancé, and my step mother, Maya's voice calling for my father from the kitchen.

He stood up and walked to the kitchen, he messed up my hair as he walked by making it look even more disheveled.

I chuckled quietly and grabbed a couple paperclips before I left his office, I would need them for whatever torturous homework they had given me tonight. When I reached the living room I threw my black backpack carelessly onto the ground and flopped next to it. I took out my red folder labeled "ABYGIAN HISTORY" and a blue pen which was almost out of ink.

Before I could even start writing I heard a car pull up in front of my house. As soon as I heard it drive onto our lawn, I heard doors slamming and loud footsteps running onto the porch. I looked up and saw the front door burst open and two Abygian soldiers busted inside. They grabbed me roughly and swung me towards them. I had no time to fight back, they hand cuffed me in seconds.

My father and Maya were there too in a heartbeat. "What's going on?" my father exclaimed. I saw confusion and fear fill my father's hazel eyes.

Next I saw my little sister Hope feebly walk down the stairs. As soon as she saw the horrifying Abygian soldiers she ran to my father in fear. Thudding down the steps behind her was Kate and Jayden, my step siblings.

I kicked at the soldier's ankles until they jabbed me in the stomach. I grunted in pain, they had taken the air right out of me. I struggled to get the oxygen back into my lungs.

"What's going on?" my father repeated, even more exasperated.

The soldier on my left finally spoke, "We are taking your daughter to Abygian prison. Where she will be executed at dawn." He announced, his English was terrible but it was clear enough for us all to understand.

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Executed at dawn? This was not happening.

I looked up to see the true terror on my family's faces. Hope was the most shaken up. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she cried hysterically into my father's chest.

"W-why?" Jayden choked out.

"She resisted our authority, and this one way to…. Keep things in order." The soldiers grinned wolfishly.

Jayden whimpered quietly then clung to his mother's side.

The soldiers started dragging me out to the truck, leaving my family behind. Well it was more like half of a truck that was pulling a huge steel trailer. My own portable prison cell.

I kicked in every direction. I looked like a cat that just would NOT take a bath. My father ran after us, he tried to tackle a soldier but he easily pushed him onto the ground.

"Bring my sister back!" Hope cried out, her face was bright red tears.

"Don't worry Hope!" I called; I hated seeing her so scared.

The soldier growled and shoved a rag in my mouth. I gagged and tried to get it out. I wouldn't stop kicking no matter how many times I got a jab to my stomach.

Finally the soldiers had enough and got ready to throw me into the back of the truck. My father made one last futile attempt to save me, only to be knocked to the ground once again. As they lifted me up to throw me inside I gave one last kick, which struck one of the soldiers right in the mouth. He snarled and they threw me into the steel cage with all their might. My head slammed against the hard metal and once again the wind was knocked out of me. I lifted up my head enough to see my family's faces for what seemed like the last time. Maya was trying to help my father to his feet, while Hope was broken down crying. Jayden and Kate just stood on the porch, not fully believing what was right in front of them.

Finally with one last wolfish grin, the soldiers slammed the doors so there was nothing but complete darkness.