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Scene XVI

Young America POV

From then on, my new agenda is to outlaw slavery. I announced the emancipation proclamation which angered Confederate, making her more aggressive. But now, I know her tactics and am able to take her on. Although my back still hurts and I will get repeated beatings and slashes from her knife, I'm winning more battles, but I need to make it end.

I stare at the black box in the corner of the treehouse. China said to use it wisely and I'm tired of fighting. It's been three months already and I'm running out of food. Maybe I can get some meat with it!

No, stupid idea! China says to use it wisely and that means stopping the war. I take a deep breath and walk over to the black box. I'm going to use it. But not use it at the same time.

I gulp, taking it out of its case.

I hope this works.

...

I make it through the metal detectors of our school. I weakly make it up the stairs. Confederate cut my leg the other day and it still hurts like hell. I grab onto the railing to support myself although my arms hurt as well.

Some of my wounds are healing, like the ones on my arms and legs, but the X on my back and a long slash on my leg aren't healing as fast. I have been rationing my food so I can survive for a few more months. I don't think I can wait anymore so here I am, trying to end it all peacefully.

I could go out and hunt a rabbit—no Union! What are you thinking? Just end this and everything will be back to normal.

I finally made it to the second floor where my sister's homeroom is. As I limp down the hallway everyone moves away from me.

I know. I'm smelly. I certainly don't look flattering with all the dried blood on my clothes. My hair is all tangled up. I have scars on my body. I get why they're scared of me. I look like a crazy person!

"Fancy seeing you here, Union." I turn around to see Confederate, standing there smugly.

She's dressed in my blue dress with her hair curled and her makeup done. She looks so much prettier than me and besides, she's all bandaged up nicely while I ran out of mine so I had to start using my clothes to stop the bleeding. How lucky is she? Luckier than me!

I sigh, looking around to see everyone crowding around us. I see a couple of familiar faces all with concerned looks, but the strangers are looking at me in disgust. I hear someone saying "you can tell who's the b*tch and who's the angel."

I see Italy stepping towards the center. He swallows, clearly nervous. "Uni, what happened to you?" He asks, causing soft murmurs to erupt from the students around him.

I lean on my side. "Sh*t happened," I say, monotone. Italy flinches before getting engulfed by the crowd again.

Confederate giggles, "looks like your friends are all scared of you! You have no one. You're better off dead." She smiles sweetly.

I shove my hands in my pockets, feeling awful at how Confederate is treating me. She crouches, getting a better look of my face. Her face morphs into disgust. "You look and smell like a rat." She gags, pinching her nose and waving her other hand.

"Where did my sweet loving sister go?" I blurt out unintentionally.

"She is dead!" Confederate snaps. "I killed her."

I stare at her in shock. "Connie," I stutter. "Remember when we used to do everything together? Remember how we used to play on the swings together? I want the old you back." I cry softly, wiping my tears away with the back of my bruised hand. And it is true. I want my old sister back. The one that actually cared about me before getting engulfed with fame.