Terrance Moore

Common Sense

Today is election day. Soon my district will receive notification from the state representative on which candidate earned the greatest number of votes. I am not certain if I won or not. I am embarrassed to not even be sure if district elections are rigged; this country has a history of corrupt behavior, especially in politics. I can still hear the frightening alarms that suddenly blared in the middle of band practice a decade ago. Everyone panicking. Who knew we would be near proximity of a nuclear strike? That was not something to have cross my mind during high school. Not even the history lesson of my high school being built during the cold war could have braced me for that kind of horror. Luckily for us but not for many, we were able to retreat to the school’s fallout shelter. The capacity was large enough to hold all the students and staff who were deciding to spend their lives together after school hours, instead of doing anything else in the world. Unfortunately, my school was the only black building with a fallout installed in this urban area. We were spared, a lot of people vanished. Other countries attacked a few of our federal reserve banks and depositories. It wasn’t until we launched a few nukes of our own to countries overseas, which led to a nuclear peace treaty.