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I slowly lift my drowsy eyelids, and my body is chained to a metal table that is being pulled from my feet. Then all reality of the past few weeks hit me like a brick wall.
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Chapter 1👄
Have you ever been put in a section by how the government thinks you act and how smart you are? Well that is the life of us. By us I mean the people of 3012. The war that tore the once was America, was based on beauty and intelligence... Well unintelligence. You are either not smart and pretty which is what everyone wants. They are called Dalls. Then there are the smart and beautiful ones, they run the government and anything to do with anything that has to deal with school. They are the Graces. After them are the not so beautiful nerds... They are called Hopes. They do all the modern day jobs and activities that the Graces are to " good" for or the Dalls are to stupid to complete. I am currently labelled as a Hope. But sooner than later I will find out what it means to be a Staple.
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Teen FictionAbout 150 years ago America's government failed and the constitution was thrown away with the loss of over half of the American population. Now we are in 6 sections. Mainly based on our physical traits. But what happens to those who don't fit anywhe...
