Excerpt: We Are the Guilty

She was cut off. “Not Wallace. That boy is dead. It’s Wall now. Wall Bones. And he will lead this rebellion.”
The boy was shaking now with the intensity of his words. His face had gone from red to paler than usual, and it looked as though he could pass out at any minute. Nevertheless, his words were as strong as ever.“We shall build a wall—a barricade, rather—and I shall stand at its top, and you shall stand with me, and we will stand—stand against the corrupt body of government that is the faculty of Montreil High School. They will realize, as they see our red flag against the sky, that they are done with imposing ridiculous amounts of homework every night; they are done with doodling red “F”s on perfectly decent papers. They will realize their authority is gone, that we are no longer afraid. They…”
There was silence for a moment, perfect silence, until Wallace—now Wall—spoke in a soft near-whisper more of those history-altering words that he seemed to be spewing more and more often recently.
“They will see the children rise.”