This is my first time writing a story soooo... WE'LL SEE HOW IT GOES! Enjoy!
I can't remember how long it's been since I was chosen to represent my country.
Everyday has been the same for me, well, except for some days, but you get the point.
I was a child when I was selected to represent my country. First as the thirteen colonies, then continuing life as the USA, I can't even remember my real name anymore... I believe it started with a J? In any case, even if I were to remember, it would make no difference. It's the same for all countries, we're practically immortal. The only way we would die is if our country fell apart, resulting in a rather... brutal...death. I've witnessed many deaths, I couldn't care less anymore.
But for some reason...
It hurts.
I never wanted this
I was forced
Please... if only my life was...
Normal.
AAAA IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS TBH- ITS LITERALLY A FRIDAY SO I CAN SLEEP AS LATE AS I WANT, IM ABOUT TO SPAM POST CHAPTERS SO WATCH OUT FOR THAT! Anygays I hope my classmates don't read this lol
Love, Ichika (the author)
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