Summery-What would it be like, growing up in (roughly) the 19060's, a member of the hated counter-culture? Autumn and her friends know all about it… (prologue explains a lot better, Rated T for violence, language, drug use etc.)

A.N. Ok just so you know I am not a hippie, not even a pacifist…In fact I'm a conservative but the sign of a good writer is first, to write about things from different points of view, even different from your own and, if you'll allow me to quote someone who said it better than I can, "It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain an idea without excepting it." So anyway… I just want to make it clear that the views expressed in this story are not necessarily my views.

Disclaimer- This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. (The song in the prologue, "Vietnam Song" belongs to Country Joe, if he or it sounds familiar to anyone he sang it at Woodstock '69...)

Cloud of Peace

By: DSC (SJK)

Prologue:

"…No shirt, no shoes, NOSERVICE…"

The air was thick with hostility, rising through the air in waves of heat that made Autumn glad she wasn't one of the catholic school girls she'd seen earlier that morning, looking prim in their starch stiff uniforms, casting dirty glares at Autumn and her friends as they passed by, as if they had just discovered somethinggross on the bottom of their polished shoes. She could just picture them now, like wilted flowers in the afternoon heat. She sat with her back toward the fountain they had set up their protest at, the slight spray of cool water helping some to fend off the weather already stifling inearly May.

They'd been standing out here all day, singing and waving their signs as people spat on and cursed them. They were like trash marring a clean street, they were what newscasters talked about on the evening news report every night, the counter culture, the deterioration of "American value" in one body of pot-smoking, tree-hugging, non-conformists. Autumn rested her head against her best friend, Skye's, shoulder, joining him in a protest song he was trying to pass around the gathered assembly. Good thing she didn't care what other people, namely society in general, thought of her. "..and it's one two three, what are we fighting for? Don't ask me I don't give a damn… Next stop is Vietnam..!"

Skyedidn't feel the heat, or the dry taste in the back of his throat, he didn't notice the looks people were giving him, he sat with a sort of dizzy smile on his face, his eyes blood shot,giving Autumn the reason why, Skye was just smart, that was all, he knew the right time to get high, and now would have been the right time. "And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates, well there ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee! we're all gonna die..."

A.N.- the chapters will be longer I promise I just couldn't wait to get this posted! Lol.