bad timing

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my mother, Clary Stellata Nash, and my father, Christopher Nash, are refugees, I know how it sounds now, but in those days it meant freedom, and some kind of victory for those people. our world is simple, so difficult but simple, there are three blocks, which are separated by a simple border, in one block, number 2 is high society, rich, in charge, people with titles, presidents, bosses, some business people. in block 1, their workers live, from whom they buy and earn money, shops, bakeries, people live there somewhat normally and somewhat fairly, but mostly half-rich people live there, on average. and block 3, that's where the majority of the population is, the whole rest of the world, everything that the rich don't care about, they manage on their own, make a living, but they are also often stolen like guinea pigs, tests are done on them, they are microchipped and they are tracked steps so they don't run away, they are not free, life is hard there, every man from the age of 18 until 25 has to go to military training, and after 25 until 60 he has to fight and protect the world from everything. my parents, like the rest of my family name, were born in block 3.

it is actually impossible to change blocks, if only one piece of your family was born in block 3 it will continue, you will never reach the rest of the blocks. the only somewhat fair thing that each block shares is the rule that children register for military service when they turn 18, and that's the only fair thing!

as I already said, my parents managed to escape, there was a bomb attack as an evacuation attempt, block 2 threw one, as they say, a weak bomb at block 3, for some it was a favor because the walls collapsed in some parts, there were a couple of holes, through which many escaped, far from everything. over a thousand people fled together, my parents were very young then and didn't even know each other yet, my dad was 3 years old and he ran away with his parents, and my mother was just born, and her mother, my grandmother was a single mother , she ran away only because of her, because she knew that there was no hope in Block 3! their parents knew each other while they were running away, so my mom and dad have been acquaintances since they were born.

we live in a wooden house, we have stairs to the upper floor, our house gives off a vibe of warmth, family and love. we have a garden around our house and immediately a forest everywhere around us, so basically every house in block 5, that's what the people who fled called it. they say that they left out the number 4 as a kind of distance, as a symbol that they are far from the other blocks, because if the number was 4 they would be right next to the rest, they also think that the number 4 is an unlucky number. people who live in the main blocks think that our block 5 is a legend, and that everyone who escaped was killed, that's how they were told so they wouldn't leave, and I know that because I go there often, I'll tell you why.

in block 5, there were no laws, there were rules but no laws, at the beginning we all exchanged things like, for example, bread for shoes, but some had nothing to offer and it was not good, so we switched to coins, as in other blocks, so I had to get a job at the age of 17.

I was a good cook and housekeeper, also a gardener, I also liked to sing and dance, but there was no work for that, so I looked for work in the main blocks, at first we were all afraid that they wouldn't find me, that I was redundant, what if they found me that I am a refugee. but they didn't, and it's been a long time since I've been impersonating Liah Ash at my job, something similar to my name, only without some letters, my best friend, Cora, works with me, she has red hair and hazel eyes, dark eyebrows and freckles like me, she was the only one who knew that I wasn't from her block and that I didn't belong there, but she kept that secret like a true friend, that's why I love her, she's crazy, honest, and always there, we worked together on the weekend because I wouldn't make it to if it was work every day, then I would sleep at her house from midnight to Sunday,

Cora helped me every Monday to return to my block without being found, because her house is right on the corner of the border, she would have run away with me if she didn't have a tracking chip, we thought about removing it, but we didn't know the consequences, so we didn't do it. it's the beginning of the new season, new soldiers, eighteen-year-olds are coming to us, on the occasion of this every year a club is organized from the canteen, in which we are waitresses, so that their welcome is warm and fun and they feel comfortable and nice.

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