to be free

Abby's problem

I sat down next to Abby and she turned to me
"whats wrong?" i asked
'are you talking to me?" Abby asked
"yes you look sad" she barred her head in her hands then she looked up tears draining down her face
"it's my dad"
'"oh i thought it was gonna be about james"
'why what about james"  
"oh um nothing what about your dad"
"well the government and the FBI charged into our house today saying my dad was under arrest for stealing but he didn't do it he was with me when the robbery happened i hate everything about this generation it's falling apart can't you see!! none of us are free!! were controlled!" she buried her face in her hands again.  i agreed the government had us like there ginnypigs.