[ WP ] Our government has reached a point where they can control everything , and everything costs money including the air that we breathe .

`` El! El! ``, someone screams in the distance. Seems like they're calling for me. `` El, can you hear me?'' I turn around. It's Tim, my best - and only - friend. Should I talk to him? I'm already late for work... but he's done so much for me. I walk up to Tim. 
 
 `` Hey. What's up?'' 
 
 `` El! God bless you!'' He's clearly on the edge of crying. 
 
 `` Tim, what's wrong? What happened?'' 
 
 `` My boss... My boss... He... He reported me.'' 
 
 `` To the Org? ``, I ask in utter disbelief. This is the third time Tim got reported in a week. Nobody can be this cruel. 
 
 `` To the Org. I... I'm tier 4 now. How will I pay for air? You know how much it costs for this tier, do n't you? What can I do?'' 
 
 `` You know what? I'll give you some of mine. Tier 2 price. I already get plenty of air from my boss anyway. Dunno about water and food, though, I'm sorry.'' 
 
 `` THANK YOU SO MUCH, YOU SAVED MY LIFE! ``, he shouts. I've never seen anybody this relieved in the twenty-five years I've spent on this planet. 
 
 `` Here, have a sip. Now I must run, ca n't be late for work. See you soon.'' 
 
 `` See you.'' 
 
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 Just at the door of my work, a tall man stops me. He wears an Org uniform - this ca n't be good. 
 
 `` Eleanor Martinez?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` I'm Commander Smith. Come with me.'' He takes me to a nearby police station. 
 
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 There are five others at the station. Two of them seem to be officers, the rest are probably some criminals. Am I a criminal too? I am, but how could they know? 
 
 `` Eleanor Alyssa Martinez, do you know this man? ``, Commander Smith enquires, and promptly shows me a picture of Tim. 
 
 `` I do.'' 
 
 `` Bring him in'', the commander orders one of the officers. 
 
 `` Yes, sir'', he says, and opens a door I have n't even noticed until now. In steps Tim. 
 
 `` Timothy Adamczyk, did this woman sell you a unit of air, circumventing the government pricing and rationing system? ``, the commander asks. 
 
 `` Yes, she did.'' 
 
 `` Ms. Martinez, do you plead guilty?'' 
 
 `` I do'', I reluctantly say. `` Oh, and Tim. Fuck yourself.'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry, El! I'm sorry'', he cries, but I do n't want to listen. He betrayed me. 
 
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 It only took a couple of minutes to decide on the verdict. They will shut off my air tomorrow. Tim falls down to tier 7 as a punishment, but he'll become tier 2 again in just a month. The fucking snake just could n't keep his mouth shut, could he? 
 
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 _ [ Remark: I feel like this is absolute rubbish, but I promised myself that I would n't throw out anything I write while practicing, so here it is. ] _
