Lara felt like she had just drifted into a dream when a deafening, indescribable sound jolted her awake. Or was she still dreaming? The noise was relentless, pounding against her senses — a chaotic barrage of sound.
Her foggy mind raced back to another time, another place. High school. The protest. The noise barrage. Or was she still in a dream?
She was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with her high school classmates, freshmen, in front of the Justice Department, their voices rising in defiance against the unjust dismissal of two well-respected professors.
The student government organized the demonstration, a peaceful outcry in which the clamor of pots, pans, and drums, the honking of horns, the ringing of bells, and the voices of students singing patriotic songs became their weapon against injustice.
