Sold as a Slave

Chapter One

WARNING!!!- I AM TRYING A DIFFERENT KIND OF WRITING SO if you like it please tell me!! If you don't! please tell me!!! I'll understand!
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Olivia sat in front of the long, oval, hand crafted mirror. Brushing her dark red hair and then braiding it. She put on her cleanest and nicest light blue dress, then entered her little sister, Ava's room. The dimly lit room smelled of strawberries and lilac. Olivia sat on the edge of her bed and slightly shook her awake.

"Ava.. It's about time for me to leave.. Give me a hug."

She lifted her arms, tears brimming her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She had to stay strong. That's what the Loyals and Vampires wanted, a reaction. One they wouldn't get from her. She hugged Ava tightly, but not for long. She backed away and kissed her forehead goodbye. Olivia walked briskly to the room across the hall. Her mother's room. She knocked lightly on the door. A few restless moments later it opened and she was squished into the small arms of her mother.

"My Olivia please... Be careful. Remember follow orders and no attitude," she pulled back and looked straight in her eyes, "Mostly don't give in."

Olivia nodded her head weakly and did not speak for the fear of if she did the tears might rain upon her cheeks. She could only muster a few barely audible words "I love you, mother." Her mother, having her own tears pouring down her eyes, nodded and held her till the much dreaded knock of the Loyals came.

"I love you Olivia!" Was the last thing she heard from her mother as she walked confidently up to the door and opened it. Not looking back, she walked out of the house calm and collected on the outside, but afraid in the Inside.

She entered in the middle of the marching line. You must walk in place and never slow down, or you were punished. The line headed towards the Hub and stopped. A woman dressed in a tight skirt and expensive blazer came strutting up a few feet in front of the large mass of 15 years olds. Her pale skin was beautiful, matching to her red lipstick and caramel brown hair. Olivia had no hate towards these creatures. She had only hate for the government that vowed to protect her people's rights, yet they did no such thing.

"Get in to two different lines! One of Women and one of men! From shortest to tallest! Now!" Her loud voice brought Olivia from her thoughts. Olivia wasn't the tallest, standing at 5'3" so she stood near the end. She didn't see one recognizable face amongst the crowd while she peered down the line. She turned and looked straight forward. She waited for the lady to inspect each of them to be placed into separate groups. She went up to everyone and asked their name. Then she analyzed everything about them. She gave different groups of which varied from Green, Blue, Black, and White. Green was for the House Slaves, the slaves best in cooking and cleaning. Blue was for strong, muscular people. This group was usually comprised of men, but occasionally a woman would be placed into this group. Black was for the average House Slave with less muscle, but more height. Finally, White was for the highly wanted slaves. Pleasure slaves. Those don't need to be explained.

The Vampire stood in front of the confident, well put together girl.

"Name?" She asked patiently.

"Olivia Violet Morriston." Olivia said proudly and confidently.

"Green." She said and moved on. Olivia moved to the green marked area and sat with many others. Sobbing was heard from the back, but yet she didn't turn back. She stood still, looking forward, ignoring the quiet sobs, as most people did.

The whistle sounded. This meant to go on to your assigned bus. The Green group had an ugly dark, colored green bus. Everyone in the Green group filled onto the bus and sat in pairs of three to a seat. The bus's interior was to remind each of us of times before the take over. They left everything as it was before. Names were written across the tops and among the dirty walls.

Turner...
Cooper..
Coilette..
Bailey..
Chester...

Many other names were written among the walls. Either slaves begging for freedom, or the kids that once thought it was a joke. There are no more jokes. She looked out at the landscape with dull eyes and waited patiently for them to get to the bidding area. Where her fate of the next 14 years would be decided...

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Hey Casual Rainbows 😏 Fan name. If you like it! Well tell me! I would like to know! This was in a third person POV! WHICH IS HARD TO WRITE FOR ME!  So thanks for reading! Hope you continue the path to completing this story with me and my lovely editor!
~AwkwardRainbow
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(-A/N) Hey guys 🙊
So yes my sorry starts out very slow which I'm not very good at. I clearly stated I'm  trying new and different things in not used to!  So bare with me and please give my story a real try!