Bopoha

I was with Kat (my girlfriend). For some reason this was wrong. Not to us, of course but to society, whether it was because of religion which doesn't feel likely or because of who we were in society and I feel like that's what it was. Kat and I were cuddling up on a platform somewhere and Am (my sister) was somewhere around. A girl started spraying us with a hose and I was so mad. We'd told her not to do that. Besides Am this girl was the only other person who knew about us. We didn't trust her but so far she hadn't told anyone. Except now we were irritated and she was tired of us. We made a dash for it, ran past her. We were all separated as we pushed through a crowd of people. This set off some kind of alarm, and the girl must have told the authorities. We were all herded up, the three of us and many many others. We were made to sit in a long row of green tents. They would, one by one, walk someone out. They would be brought to the girl, and if she recognized us we would be dead. We would literally be "put down." I was in the back of the first tent, dressed like Ruby (from the show RWBY). I was by a coat rack and took someone else's green coat, and put it over my easily recognized red and black outfit in a sad attempt to disguise myself. What I didn't expect was to be the first one called. I'm like, "Me? Are you sure?" I accepted fate then. I stepped onto the path. I knew there was no way out of this. I walked so slowly. I knew what I was doing. It just made me so sad. I stopped at one point and turned to look behind me. Kat had come out of hiding, and was standing at the start of the path, watching me. I wanted to wave goodbye to her, but I didn't know how. Then she ran ahead of me, to the house. Then Am came out of hiding as well, and she joined me as I marched to the house. When we got there I peeked through the open door and quietly called Kat's name. Then that girl appeared. She was thin and had naturally curly dark brown hair. And just the way she talked was so annoying. She must not have been any older than me. Amanda actually started talking back. She put her in her place. It was awesome to hear. And during this time Kat came out of the house to stand with me. Unphased, the girl said a few words and walked away. We were still all going to be put down.

I don't recognize the girl as anyone I know.
And I just found it strange and heartwarming that my sister would die with us.