Journal 1

Marcus: Day of the Vamp-Mob

Today was the day our vamp-mob plan went down, I was hoping that at least one hundred people would be willing to play our game, and I do admit that it is a little childish, but this was our only chance to escape the wrath of the DHS. The plan was to use the a mob of teenagers playing a vampire game to cause trouble, so me and Ange could meet Masha, who agreed to help us escape to Los Angeles. I woke up this morning and checked my email for an estimate on how many people would join the game, still holding on to that hope. It turned out that over 400 people had sent a reply! I was elated and quickly packed up my stuff, being careful not to wake up my parents on my way out. As I passed an ATM, I remembered Ange's reminder to take money and quickly withdrew the $320 I had saved up. I then bumped into Ange, and we headed off to spray paint the rules of the game on the designated locations. I had always thought that spray painting would be pretty easy, just hold the can, press the button, and write, but by the time we finished all the locations, my arms were sore just from holding the can up, but this wasn't the time to worry about that kind of stuff. The rules were that each 'vamp' could only stay in the game by 'biting' another vamp every minute, and this was done by saying 'bite' 5 times before the other vamp said it, if you lose, then you’re out, and you have to turn your cloak inside out and referee other vamps, so they don't cheat. When we finished setting it up, Ange and I quickly hid to watch how many participants would show up.

 The Civic Center, where we were holding out little game, was one of the worst places in the city, dirty and old, with homeless people and gangs hanging around at night. Right now was one of the busiest hours in the day, when business men tried to get to work before their bosses decided to fire them, and other people tried to get on with their lives. After a minute or so, I spotted a group of vamps come into site, and a few other groups all coming from different directions. They were all receiving puzzled looks from the adults, but then again, it was a little weird. About a minute later, more and more vamps began to pour in, I tried to make an estimate, 100... 200... 300... 400..! 400 vamps were already here, and there were still more pouring in! I soon gave up on counting and just watched in astonishment as what looked like 1000 teens in vampire costumes and makeup gathered in the Civic Center, just for my little distraction party. Some Officials in the area started talking on their radios and sirens started to sound in the distance, so Ange and I went over to start the game. As soon as we came across our first vamp, we both shouted "bite bite bite bite bite" as loud as we could to let the others know that the game was on.

As the vamps figured out that the game was on, I could hear 'bite bite bite bite bite' from every direction, as the people who got out went around notifying others that the game had started, I also had to stay in the game. When around most of the vamps were out, I stared a whisper for all the vamps to drop and pretend to have been gassed once the DHS arrived, I guess this was my own little way of getting revenge to them gassing us that last time in the part. The whisper must have gone pretty fast, because once the helicopters arrived, all of the vamps present dropped and started pretending to choke, covering their eyes, some even made fake tears. DHS officers in full armor wadded through the mob of choking teens, trying to gain control of the situation. The usual loud speaker warning telling us to disperse started, and the business men ran about, trying to get out of the apparent danger. I was so full of victory when air raid sirens started. The sound cut through my eardrums and stabbed my brain like a dagger, forcing me up to my feet. I looked around frantically for Ange, as the loud speaker now threatened to actually release the gas. I was almost stepped on when someone started dragging me out of the crowd; I barely heard her talking to me over the crowd, introducing her as the Masha I met online.

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I chose Marcus for this journal entry because he is the main and most important character in the story. Most parts of this book revolve around Marcus, as he tries to fight for his freedom. The book, Little Brother, is written entirely in Marcus' point of view, and therefore, this was one of the best ways to describe a section in the book in journal form.

I chose this section of the book because it is one of the biggest organized ‘rebellions’ that Marcus has ‘lead’, and is very significant in the story.This section in the story also demonstrates Marcus' cunning and will to oppose the DHS (the Dystopian government).