Jay plopped down in his desk, silently watching the teacher as she talked. College-it was probably the closest think he could get to freedom right now. He was above the right age to drink, he could attend parties, and he lived in a house on his own. Jobs weren't complicated either-he took short jobs that paid a lot and used it on his bills. That's the routine he lived day after day.
But it was wrong. He couldn't be open. He couldn't kiss someone he liked. Everything was predetermined; males must mate with females to produce more children, thus increasing the population even further. We'll be up to the moon in human population soon. He said to himself. He resented the straights. He didn't even know why he continued going to a straight school. He dreamed of finding that paradise. The one hot-spot for lovers. Lake Tyr. Without even noticing it, he drew a picture of how he imagined it in his head on the back of his notes.
