Amber Kelly stood tall in her crisp military suit coat, and a white collared dress shirt.
There wasn't a ceiling in this peculiar building, but there were three walls, over ten feet high topped with barb wire. The people, dressed in dull colors and rags, mumbled to themselves. They moved their feet, marching in place, but from Amber's point of view from the watch tower, she could only see their heads bobbing; up, down, up, down.
Slowly, a quiet whistling emerged from the crowd. Amber slightly turned her head, a strand of red hair falling in her eyes. She pushed it back with the palm of her hand, then turned her gaze to the people.
One man had black curly hair and a blue faded rag tied around his head. His head was slightly raised, looking at the sky. The man's lips curled together, and he whistled a slow, long tune. Other heads around him raised too, looking at the sky. Amber looked up also, seeing nothing but the pale colored sky.
"You," Amber pointed towards the man whistling. "What are you doing? Go back to work!" She leaned over the fence of the watchtower, shouting the end. Amber gripped the edge of the fence, her knuckles white. If General saw him... On her watch... No, that wouldn't happen. It couldn't happen.
She stared the man down. He never took his eyes of the sky though, whistling the same few notes over and over again.
Amber Kelly looked back up at the sky, and for the first time in many years, the skies weren't clear anymore.
And that's when the explosions started.
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Teen FictionAmber Kelly, just a army guard in the States of Flors-Wols, is just doing her job when she is tragically targeted by a group of rebels and is most likely killed. The attacks occur regularly, but there are never this many casualties. Is Amber really...
