Magic and Other Ways to Incite Rebellion

Chapter 1

Yeah, I know- I don't do indents on my paragraph... There was a reason why, but I forget now... I think it was from back when I wrote on Fanfiction.net, because the indents went away? Or maybe they go away here on Wattpad... I don't know. Sowwy...

And yeah, I'm editing again... and I fixed the cover? Idk, I miss the eye, but I was mostly messing around with effects when I made that, plus the title was wrong, so just chill and junk. I was thinking of my next chapter (5 I think?) and I almost wrote myself into a corner... but then I thunk a way out of it. Thunk? Thought. I thought a way out of it.

Can I just mention a pet peeve? Go ahead, mix up to and too, your and you're.

But I swear to all that is holy in this world if you switch definitely and defiantly...

Like, Why? 

Okay, I'm done. Read on, you reader, you.

Be free.

Daniella Goodfellow sighed as she leaned on her windowsill, on her knees, looking out of her bedroom window with her vivid purple eyes. Through the foggy gray skies, she spied The Billboard. It read:

OBEY THE ORDER!

Day: 1,652 of The Order

Below it was a picture of an angry mustachioed man pointing a finger at the world in a manner similar to the old Uncle Sam. His eyes seemed to follow you- it was said they were cameras, spying on the general populous.

She checked the clock on her bedside table. 6:34. All student alarm clocks were set for 6:30, and by 6:35 the bed would send an electric shock to wake you. If it was a recurring problem, you disappeared. No one knew where they were taken, but the scare tactic worked because Daniella was out of bed every morning even before the alarm.

Daniella checked the time again. 6:35. A scream in the distance was immediately muffled. Daniella shuddered. She had better get ready for school. She strode over to the bathroom attached to her room, just like every other bedroom.

Each morning and evening, everyone had to take a shower. It was annoying, but not time consuming. She locked the door and stripped off her thin grey pajamas, the same clothes as all girls her age wore to bed. She stepped into the showering closet and shut the door, causing the lights to flicker on and the luke-warm water to run. After 2 minutes, the water would shut off and she would be kicked out. She turned and flipped the switch in the wall that started the scrub cycle, where machines would lather her body with a 2-in-1 soap and shampoo that sprayed from miniscule holes in the walls.

Her thoughts wandered to the dream she had last night- of the End Day, the day The Order took control.

13-year-old Daniella sat on the couch next to Adam, her 17-year-old brunette brother- who was texting his friend Tim. They were watching a movie on the TV when their mother walked in nervously fiddling with her fingers. Had they paid attention to her generally warm inviting face, they would have noticed the creases around her mouth and between her brows.

"Where is your father?" questioned their mother. She looked very worried. "Is he home yet?"

"I think he's still at work," replied Daniella lazily. She was paying more attention to the shirtless hero on screen. It was a Saturday afternoon in summer, she had nothing better to do.

She couldn't possibly know that everything was about to go hopelessly wrong.

Her mother burst into a frantic pace, clawing at her hair. The sweet, kind mother, courteous to all, never acted like this. Daniella tilted her head towards her. "Mom... What's wrong? What's going-"