Bankrupt Ch 03
‘My name is Amanda Doyle, and I am a slave.’ My words sparked are round of polite greetings from the circle of strangers in front of me. Their words felt hollow, but were sincere enough. Unlike most people these days, there was no undercurrent of contempt. Understandable, since every one of them was just as enslaved as me. Today was my first meeting of the school’s ‘Support For Unemancipated Students’ group. It met the second Tuesday of every month, and my attendance was mandatory for the...