Hello, my wonderful undies!Now, I know that you would like to laugh at me, but we need to talk about serious stuff.
SO BEFORE YOU READ THIS, READ THE DESCRIPTION. IT WILL TAKE LIKE...FIVE SECONDS. SO DO IT. IT WILL EXPLAIN A LOT OF STUFF I'M ABOUT TO TELL YOU.
This book is pretty serious. It talks about some pretty real stuff, and some real struggles around the world.
And you're probably wondering something like this:
Whoa, Truffle. You're never serious. What's WRONG with you?
Well, the answer is this:
People around the word struggle with things like war. Where is their next meal coming from? Am I going to die? Is my family going to die?
And I've realized that all we do about it is sit around getting fat and letting our brains turn to mush while we play Candy Crush and Madden Mobile. We don't even realize what's going outside our little bubble of junk food and Apple devices! (No offense, Apple.)
So I'm writing this book for them. And if you're reading this book...well, you know who you are.
Ok, so now for the fun stuff.
This book is about a girl who was sent to a concentration camp/military camp at the age of fourteen, after living in foster care for six years. She was trained by epic ninja warrior army dudes with big guns and shiny swords.
Her parents died in a supposed 'fire' when she was seven. This happened while she was staying with her grandma.
Her grandma was brutally assassinated.
The girl's parents' dream was for her to serve in the military.
She tried to join the air force, but they denied her.
But a discreet, military concentration camp in Iran sent her a request, and she accepted, trying to honour her parents dying wish.
We pick up there.
Warning: This book will switch between the past and present, so if it gets confusing, I'm sorry. Try to keep up!
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The Impressionist
ActionShe stared into the broken mirror. Why? She thought. Why me? Blood trickled down her arm from a gash in her hand. She crouched down to pick up the shards of glass and glanced into the cloudy reflection. Surprisingly, no tear trails marked her face...