Join the new world

Hi guys!
I had to the opening of a narrative for my English class, and I thought that it would be nice to get some feedback from you guys on how to improve it and the like. Any opinions would be greatly appreciated! I hope you enjoy!

I sat up from my worn bed and looked around my always messy room, taking it in as I do every morning. The paint of the walls was a dull blue, with musty carpet to match. A tacky collection of my possessions sat on the old and worn desk. As I crawl out of bed, I could feel the dirt under my feet. Suddenly, the old PA system crackle to life. Its messages came through each morning, same time, with the same information. It was always to do with how ‘The Regime’ was dominating the rest of the planet on the battlefield. A lot of us compared ‘The Regime’ to a plague, as it spread its way of life around the planet without a care about the repercussions that it created, and the destruction it left in its wake.

I felt my stomach rumble. Breakfast time it was, but to get there it meant going outside into bitter cold weather of this icy hellhole. The ice that existed in the hearts of the cruel masters that my people now lived under was so cold that it made even hell freeze over. I sat down, not looking up to see who was around me, and ferociously devoured what food I could get my hands on like some sort of wild animal. My meal consisted of some stale bread and some rotting pieces of fruit. It may not seem like much to many, but to me and those who I have met in my time alive, it is a luxury to eat and one not to be wasted.

I think back to the stories my parents used to tell me, that of a simpler time where one could enjoy the harvest in which they collected, where one could taste the sweet sensation of the finer things that this life had to offer. You could go to a park and smell the fresh air, have some ripe fruit, and simply enjoy life. Now, with ‘The Regime’, all of that enjoyment, happiness and laughter that once was has now been sucked into the vacuum created by the greed of those within ‘The Regime’. Even my parents were sucked into that void. I haven’t seen them in ten years. I still remember that fateful day when the pigs* came for my parents. I can still see the tears in my mother’s eyes as they arrested my dad, and approached my mother’s shivering body as she protected me with her dying breath. Women were seen as expendable, see, which meant that my mother was nothing more than a dog or some other mere creature to them. The look in her eyes as her soul left her body haunts me until this day, and it will continue to until the day I die. And that might not be too soon.

With the regime, a new system has been put in place where on the day in which you turn 18, you are sent to a Regime hub where you are put through a test only known as ‘The Reaping’. No-one knows what actually happens in this test, because we have not heard from anyone who has actually taken it. The most logical answer for what occurs is that if you pass, however that may happen, you are accepted into the ranks of ‘The Regime’, and if you fail… you die. And with my birthday, 17th of May, coming up in two weeks, my life may be cut short if I go through the reaping. And I do not plan to go down quietly. I plan to take as many of those wretched, twisted souls that work for the Regime down with me, if that is what it comes to. If I just so happen to pass the test by some miracle, there is no way I am going to join their ranks and become one of them. Oh no, I plan on taking it down from the inside.

However, I know all of this is just fantastical. The people I have met over the years, saying that they would do the same thing as I now plan on doing, and with no evident changes occurring, I can only believe that they failed. One after the other, all of them either became one of ‘The Regime’, or they died trying. If I had kept count, there must be hundreds that I know of by now that fit into this category. Such thoughts will not help me to succeed. I need to cast aside all doubt to do what needs to be done. To avenge my father, my mother and all who suffer underneath the iron chokehold of ‘The Regime’, I cannot fail.

I must succeed.