Freegans are not free

Here is a serial. I think I'll write a chapter for each one. Let me know what you think of this.

Cara
"Trash diggers!" one of the boys yelled at us. I winced, pretending not to be hurt by his insult. Lucy and Matt did, too. "We prefer to be called garbage collectors!" I shot back. Just because these gas guzzlers lived in the city, and drove fancy cars, they thought they were better than us.

In response they began calling all kinds of unrepeatable names. One of them even threw a beer can at us. Matt nonchalantly reached out and caught it. "Thanks!" he called to the loudmouth who had thrown it. "Hey, Freak-ans! How is it living out in the dump?!" another loudmouth jibed, before breaking out into obnoxious laughter. It was then that we decided to leave. It wasn't fair. These stupid consumerists hated us, just because we were Freegans.

For those of you who have never heard of Freegans, let me clue you in. They were organized many years ago, before 2010, even. It was in the the really old ages, the '90s, I think. These people realized that society was wasting its time by making lots of money just to buy stuff that it didn't even need, and throwing away perfectly good things just because they were out of style, or bruised, or whatever. The Freegans decided to do something about it. They began 'dumpster diving' to retrieve all the things that consumerists had thrown away, and keep using them. We also believe that living in a house is a RIGHT, not a privilege, and that people shouldn't have jobs, because their purpose is to get more money to spend on things that you don't need, like big televisions, cars, and other types of technology. We're a bit like the old Amish people, before they were exterminated when we got Anthony Sheldon as our president.

The only reason why he didn't get rid of the Freegans too was that he couldn't FIND us, since our leader, Angus McTavish, led us underground, so to speak. Now the world has two groups: the gas guzzlers, who live in the cities and are all glamorous, and the Freegans, who live on honest work from growing gardens, and look after the earth. Basically, we're going to hopefully outlive the consumerists when they kill themselves. At least, that's what Dad says.

Back to me and my friends, a lot of people who see the three of us together think that we're related. We all have messy brown hair (Matt's is short, of course), light skin, and are really tall and scrawny. However, Matt has brown eyes, Lucy has blue eyes, and I have green eyes. I also have freckles, while Matt and Lucy are both kind of tanned. Other than that, we are pretty similar. We all like to read the same kind of books, and have similar interests. Oh, and we're all Freegans.

That day we had gone to the town dump to see if we could salvage anything. Lucy found an old tea kettle, and I managed to get a hold of a pack of playing cards that was in still in good condition. Matt had just grabbed an old rubber tire that still looked good (What he would need it for I had no idea, since Freegans don't drive), when those gas guzzlers drove up and began taunting us.

Lucy was frowning. "Do you guys think it was a good idea for them to see us? They might tell someone, and then we'd get in big trouble." Lucy is pretty much the worrywart in the group. She's always nervous about something. I shook my head. "I wouldn't be too concerned. They're just a bunch of consumerist punks with a sports car."
"But how can you be sure, Cara? They might come back," she whimpered. I snorted, and then picked up an old blue jacket that matched Lucy's eyes.
"This might fit you, Lucy-it just needs to be washed," I said.

As we headed back to our houses, I reflected on how we had become friends in the first place. I didn't have family, Matt just had his dad, and Lucy lived with her parents and four younger brothers and sisters. However, we were all relatively around the same age. We had gone to school together, and become friends when we had worked together on a project about the Civil War. That was when we were seven. Now we were sixteen, and closer than ever.