Elementals.

Elementals. Book 1: Earth.

Umm I guess I could tell you a typical YA dystopian story. Ya know, the kind that gets made into a cheap movie franchise with just the barest trace of the original book. But that's not the way I want to be remembered. I know those books and movies have huge fanbases that cheer and scream and just are super supportive to a fault (fangirls and fanboys I'm looking at you). Don't get me wrong. I would love to have so much support from everyone for my story but I don't want it to be plastic and artificial. Because to me it's not just a story, oh no dear reader that chose this story. I wish it was fake. I wish it was a work of fiction. It's real. It's so beautifully, horribly, gut-wrenchingly real. I'd advise you to look away now, but it's probably too late. Either you've been intrigued by my warnings or they've already found you. My best advice now my new friend, is to clear your browser history as fast as possible. Clear it so completely that it's impossible to prove you were here. Take more caution when deleting this piece of code from the memory of your device than an adolescent boy after watching a porn marathon. You may ask why take so much caution? Well I'll explain later. Not too much later I promise, we don't have much time. But my name is Anna and I'd like to welcome you to the story of my wonderfully fucked up life. It's too late now, you better listen carefully because what I'm about to tell you will shock you. It will make you question everything. And it will save your life.