The Pictures We Paint/ #wattys2019

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This chapter is dedicated to an an awesome wattpad friend LolLmaopft thank you for your support, enjoy this chapter.....

Edit: we jumped from #128 in living to #55!!! Dude that's wizard, I can't believe it!!
I really want to hit #1 in historical fiction, we're at #767 right now!
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I couldn't breathe, a thick, cloud of smothering smoke clung to my face when I woke.
I crawled out of bed with tears streaming down my cheeks, spluttering in agony, giving out hacking coughs.

I rushed towards the open windows and slammed them shut. Then warily gazed out, struck by the sight before me, clearly visible through the glass.

A wave of people rolled from the distance like angry clouds, a brewing storm that threatened to unleash its atrocities.

Their faces were distorted into expression of loath and anger. They carried painted signs and chanted rebellious slogans. Screams and shouts soared through the air.

Rocks and burning pieces on woods were thrown at the small number of guards that tried to maintain order. Their eyes showed no mercy for opponent.

Craved for knowledge, I grabbed a jacket and sprinted down the stairs, footsteps hammering down like hailstones. My family were peering out the window, cowering behind a curtain in the kitchen afraid to be seen but I was having none of that. I had to see this for myself.

I yanked open the front door and rushed down the meandering path.

"Amelia! Get back inside you stupid girl, this is madness, are you listening to me? Where do you think your going?" My mother yelled from behind me, I ignored her mindless calls and entered the tsunami of people.

I was immediately pushed and shove, tear gas shoot into my face burning my eyes, making hard to breathe or see. I continued fighting my way through the hoards of people, gasping for air, searching desperately for someone I knew.

I tripped and fell to the ground, no one bothered to stop and help and I began to get trampled by the feet of the protesters. I screamed in pain and tried I get to my feet only to have someone knock me down again.

I managed to dragged myself out the frenzy and lay still on the side of the road. My heart hammering uneasily in my chest as I surveyed the area, the group of protesters had passed but my questions were still unanswered.

In the hazy grey mist a pamphlet that had been billowing in the air came to rest at my feet. I snatched it up and began to read hungrily.

Lawful Citizens of Vonlea
We speak to you.

Prices have risen yet again and our children continue to starve. Basic necessities have become hard to come by and medicine is scarce. Now the royals are holding the Choice Contest for the season as expected, new princesses and a future queen will be chosen! We need to wisely make our decision tonight in who we will back. Sympathisers for our plight are essential. If a fifth or a fourth is chosen we shall surely flourish. So today let protest against these sudden changes that will negatively effect us lesser folks no doubt and chose our future queen wisely

I return the paper back to the eager fingers of the wind and sighed. Of course the fifths were protesting, prices had risen again, living was becoming more expensive by each passing day.