In this world frowning is not allowed. The president noticed everyone looked sad one day and decided to make it a law. He tried to make everyone happy, but it led to a different outcome.

I was getting ready to go to my mom’s funeral. I knew I couldn’t cry even though I really wanted to. My mom had been there for me on the worst of days and I’m not even allowed to properly mourn her.

Once I get to the funeral, my uncle comes up to me.

“Hide your sadness, you wouldn’t want to get caught.” He told me.

I knew he was just trying to help, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk about it. I walked up to the coffin and bowed my head. I was trying to hide my face, so if I did show a little sadness, they could tell easily. I closed my eyes and thought of the happy memories about me and my mom and all of the fun stuff we have done together over the years.

I feel a tear falling down my face and tried to hide it and wipe it away. The officer near by who was talking to my dad about my mom saw me.

“Hey!” He yelled to me.

Everyone started to stare at me. They noticed the tear running down my face and gasped. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me as the cop walked up to me. The punishment for showing sadness was life in prison or death, it depended on how subtle it was. A tear was not subtle in their eyes and I knew that.

The cop handcuffed me in the middle of the funeral and in front of all my family. He shoved me into the cop car and started to drive. I looked back and saw all of my family’s pained faces. They looked like a mixture of happy and sad as we drove off.

We stopped at the jail and he opened the car door and dragged me out of the car. He then dragged me all the way inside of the jail. Instead of putting me on death row and having me wait until I was executed, he immediately took me to the execution room. I was to be executed by electrocution and I knew I didn’t have a choice. He shoved me into the chair and put the blind fold on me (so my eyes don’t pop out of my head when I’m electrocuted). Then he put the helmet on my head and cuffed my hands and legs in place. I heard him walk over to the latch and then start to count down.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1.” He said.

He then pulled the latch and I could feel the electricity going through my body. My heart was beginning to stop and my eyes were starting to pop out of my head. He then turned the power up and everything hurt ten times worse. I started to feel everything fade away, including the sound of the machine and the cop. Then it was all black, at least I could see my mom now.