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“Later on in the day, Shrader was just getting her bag ready to go home when Fallon pulled her aside. “Come with me.�� He said.

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“Oh, just a place. It’s really nice and I think you’ll like it.�� Shrader nodded and Fallon disappeared as quickly as he had come. They met at the school’s front doors and Fallon began leading the way to wherever he was taking Shrader. She was curious, very curious to where he was taking her, but Shrader dared not to ask.

Fallon kept a steady pace, and he seemed confident so Shrader seemed to somehow trust him. They passed the park, and every possible idea that Shrader could think of. She knew Fallon’s plan. He was going to take her somewhere where she’s never been before. “Here we are.�� He says as they stand in front of each other. Shrader looks around.

“There’s nothing here but the grass and some railroad tracks.��

“Exactly.�� Fallon says. “These railroad tracks have the power to hold the explanation that a human being cannot say. For example, in the 50s, African men used to lay on the railroad tracks and protest against segregation.��

“What happened if a train came?�� Shrader asked.

“Then they would die. They wouldn’t move, because they wanted to prove a point. If they would’ve moved before the train reached them, then the protest wouldn’t have made any sense. People sacrifice to do the things they believe in.��

“So what are you implying about us?�� Shrader asks.

“You explained to me a long time ago how badly you wanted to be heard. You believe that words should stand tall, and not just vocally. So, what I am implying is we lay on these railroad tracks to be heard. Let people know that we are the voice for the forgotten voiceless.��

“And if a train comes?�� Shrader asked carefully.

“Then we die.�� Fallon said as he laid against the tracks.”