Ok. Just throwing in this short page because I'm still deciding what I want to do with the next chapter. It might be a while until I figure out what I want to do, but leaving comments at the end of this page might help me out a bit! Feedback, suggestions, whatever. Thanks!
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*Melanie's point of view, present day.*
It was a wonderful thing to be living near the East coast this time of year. Everything was so beautiful. I wish I could sit by the water and soak it all in; watch the waves lap gently at the sand and crash into the rocky shorelines. The closest we're allowed to get to that is a steep mountain blocking the path between our town and the ocean. I sit on a bench on the very top of this mountain. There's a nice sized stretch of flat land at the top if you can make it up the thousands of steps leading to the peak. Sometimes other people come here to see the water as well. A guard is always standing in a small booth, making sure no one gets to close to the edge. To close to being near the water.
Today it's different. The guard is gone and the air is thick and misty.
I start to eat the snack I packed, an apple and some juice. It's hard to see the distant water through the mist. I go to take my next bite when the mist fades out a bit. Far by the water, movement. Three people, walking towards the mountain. My apple drops out of my hand and crashes down the side of the mountain, as I get up and run down the steps four at a time.
When I get back to town, barely winded, I see them everywhere. They're the neighbors on every block, the kind that keeps to themselves. The new neighbors from just down the street. People I've been living next to for months, years, some I recognize from childhood. How did no one notice before? They're everywhere.
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New Age
Ficção AdolescenteLyla Watson wants to do the impossible. With everything holding her back, she'll do whatever it takes to make her home right again. Unfortunately, not everything in the New Age is always easy. Not for the rebels.
