The Protest

It was the middle of June. School had recently let out, and ninth grade was behind them. Roman, Alex and Kali were all hanging out on Roman’s back deck, as bored as could be.

“I hear there’s going to be some kind of protest today at City Hall,” said Alex.

“I wonder what people are going to be protesting,” said Roman. “We should go check it out. It will be a lot more interesting than sitting around doing nothing.”

“I have a suspicion,” Kali said, “that this is going to end up as more than just us watching a protest—but I’m not getting much in vibes beyond that—yet.”

“What, is your sixth sense tingling again?” teased Alex.

“Well, maybe a little,” Kali grinned.

City Hall was only three blocks away, nestled among a group of buildings that included the library and police headquarters. The three jumped on their bikes and headed there. When they arrived, a crowd of about one hundred people had gathered, mostly adults, with just a smattering of kids from their high school.