Lanercoast
I’ve always thought that the city of Lanercoast, England, was a bit strange. I was staying there with my aunt for summer break and noticed that the people there always acted very elegantly, gracefully, and sophisticatedly. I decided to call this place Lamercoast.
I was determined to find someone in Lamercoast like me. So, I asked my aunt if I could explore this city. She said yes, so I grabbed my coat and went to find someone who didn’t act so elegant and boring. I checked every street. Since it was a small town, I was able to do that. After exploring for an hour and checking every street thrice, I had no luck and walked back to my aunt’s apartment.
I figured there must be a reason why everyone was all so refined. I pulled out my laptop and searched for why people acted this way in Lanercoast. What I found out was shocking: acting informally and inelegantly was against the law. I was surprised. Why would any place have this dumb law? I planned to rebel as soon as possible.
“Susan, what are you doing? I’d appreciate your assistance right now,” called my aunt.
“Coming, Auntie. I was just doing some research,” I replied while putting my laptop away.
I walked her casually and said, “Hey, what’s up?”
I saw the corner of her eye twitch a little and then went back to normal.
She ordered, “Please polish the silverware.” So, I got to work. While polishing the silverware, I thought about how I was going to rebel. When I was done, I got my idea.
“Auntie, where are the markers?” I asked. I decided to make a few posters that say a great day to be casual, or do you really want to act elegant? I scribbled it in very messy but legible handwriting. Then came the risky part. I found the sloppiest and most casual clothes and changed into them. I messed up my hair and came out slouching. I put posters where there was space. This had to be enough to rebel, I thought. I did this every day from then on. People looked at me strangely. But on the fifth day, people started following me. The crowd behind me grew, and on the seventeenth day, we made the front cover.
“Susan! You come out this instant,” my aunt screamed when she saw me on the front page.
I walked slowly towards her and said, “Yeah?”
She looked really angry. “Look at the sloppy clothes you’re wearing! If you are walking outside in public, you have to be more formal!”
The next day, the protests continued without me. I didn’t really care, though. Finally, when I checked my laptop, the law had changed! It was because the government realized that this rule was silly and decided they needed to put a stop to that. I let out a sigh of content and closed my laptop.
