Introduction
My name is Adelia Mason. I am 15 years old. According to the tattoo machines in Fawke Ajax, I am poor. I am a nobody. I don't deserve to live in Paradox, the amazing nation of luxury, miles away from my new home in Shadrax. Just days ago, I was sitting in my dorm with my best friend, Eva Frost, reading a book on what we think it was like 500 years ago. According to us, people had dogs, they sat on plush couches and watched "TV Shows" on non-portable screens. Anyways, Eva is, or, was, my best friend. That is, until she became a Green. When we turn 15, we go to the tattoo machines in the center of Fawke Ajax, and they decide if we are Green, or Black. If we get a green tattoo, we are fit to live in Paradox. However, if the machine provides us with a black tattoo, we have to receed into the dark nation of Shadrax. The Greenies have it all. No cares in life, no worries, no troubles, nothing. Blackies, on the other hand, have nothing good. We work, we learn, we do all the tasks the Greenies left behind when they entered the carefree world of perfection. My name is Adelia Mason. My life is hell.
