A New Beginning

Chapter 1

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Ezra's P.O.V

   BOOM! Screaming. Crying. Blood. SNAP! Silence. That was the sound of the war that happened ten years ago. I was only two years old at the time when the war ended and my parents were killed in front of me. Society was broken into two, the wealthy class and poor class.

   Neither side liked each other and would think impossible for both classes to get along. The new government stopped the war and the person who led them was Bernie Kallus. The rich didn't treat us equally as they were supposed to and the new government did nothing to stop it. The poor class followed the rules the government gave everyone. The wealthy broke all of the rules.

   I always hated the rich. They got everything they wanted while the poor class were lucky enough to get something's to eat in their stomach.

   Now, I walk down the muddy street all by myself. I rubbed my fingers against the palm of my hand out of force of habit. That's what I always do, it's what a person with ASD does. I have a brain disorder that doesn't let me speak properly and makes my really shy. I don't have any friends, family, or really no one at all. But, it is probably for the best. If a snobby rich kid heard me talk then I would be seen as a weak target.

I kept walking and wasn't paying attention when I ran into someone. Oh no, it was a rich kid that looked to be three or four years older than me. "Sor-ry," I said the best I could and turned into a different direction.

   A hand pulled me back so hard that I fell onto the muddy ground. I stood with mud stained clothes and glared at the teen who did it. The teen was named Garazeb Orrilies or for short Zeb. He and his friends are the street rat bullies and for some reason, I'm their favorite.

Something collides with my face and I'm back onto the ground again. I look up to see that Zeb  just punched me and then I feel something roll down from my nose. I wiped it and saw that it was blood. I stood up and quickly walked away while Zeb and his friends laughed at me. "Where are you going Emile?" Zeb shouted at me. His friends laughed harder and I turned into an ally.

Emile was Corsican for unwanted. Corsican was another language taught to rich kids in school. Poor kids didn't go to school and barely knew any of the words they say. I knew that word because he told me it every time we met and told me what Emile meant. Every time I hear that word, makes my gut churn cause I knew that it was true.

I went back to rubbing my fingers against my palms and kept walking with my head down. No one cared for me, not even the poor class would help me because they were scared of the rich. I have to admit, I am too.

   From the corner of my eye, I saw troopers walking around in pairs. They were supposed to be the guards or police for Capital City. They may look threatening but their brains are smaller than walnuts.

I kept going on my merry way. Oh, the irony.

   I finally looked up to find myself at 'the edge'. They call it 'the edge' cause it's where Capital City ends and then everything else is just forest. There was a fence blocking the city and the rules say that we weren't supposed to beyond it. Let's just say that the wealthy class is not the only ones that breaks the rules around here. I would explore it at times but I didn't feel like it today.

   I went back to my old cellar where I call 'home'. I went into the dark cold cellar and closed the doors. The cellar was small but I managed with what I had. I went over to a pile of pillows and blankets that was my 'bed' then laid down on it. My brown ragged clothes didn't help when it would get cold down here so now I was shivering. I closed my eyes and silently cried myself to sleep.

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