I dont know if im going to continue with this one so tell me if I should or not
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You may think that this is another one of the futuristic books where the government fails and someone rises to the occasion and save the world from totally destruction. But it’s not.
This story is about how the society crushes the voices that come from people who some would say is crazy, criminal, and rejects. But they are the ones who speak of the truth. They are labeled as thieves, criminals, retarded, and many other things. How about I just tell you the story. It’s really complicated.
The USA has been at war with Syria for years. Right now, the war is at a stalemate. Millions and Millions of men, women, and children are dying, just because the USA won’t back down. The US has been dropping nuclear bombs for months.
Some people have created groups called Rebels, and, obviously, they rebel against the government. They have people who are called Assassins. They have amazing skill and agility. My family and I are part of the Rebel group.
I should probably introduce myself. I am Alysin Sanders, and I’m 14 years old. I live with my Mom, Dad, my twin sister, Lillian, and my younger brother, Xavier. We live in a small abandoned house on the out- skirts of, what use to be, Oxford, Maine. Most people don’t know where Oxford is or that it is even a town, but it’s little, and comfy.
We sit in our tiny living room and watch the news every night just to make sure we haven’t been invaded yet. We have some money unlike most people who live in shacks made of scrape metal.
There has been rumors of a new disease going around. It makes people go crazy, like in those old horror movies with the zombies. But unlike those movies, these zombies not walk around moaning and drag lose limbs. These zombies have above human reflexes and are very, very smart. I once encountered them, and lets say I barely made in out alive.
Food is really hard to come by when most of it goes to the soldiers in the war, so I go out hunting once a week to see if I can find any big game.
The thing about Oxford is that it is in the middle of nowhere. So, many people don’t know that it even exists. The town usually gets five boxes of food every month. And that is suppose that feed about 1,000 people? Of course not. The higher- class get the better food, while the lower- class get the crumbs on the bottom.
I go to school in an old school building with boarded up windows and missing tiles in the floor. Sometimes I walk right by it, because it looks nothing like a school.
First block I have Math. I sit in my usual seat in the back of the class room. I usual pay attention in class, but last night I had the strangest dream.
“Come, Child.” Said this voice. It was smooth like velvet, and yet it, held tons of wisdom.
“But, I can’t see anything.” I whined. All I see this a white blank of nothing, in front of me. It is kind of scary.
“Use your heart, not your head, Child. I need your help. Please, come.”
“I can’t I have to take care of my little brother, he’s sick.” He had a fever. I hope he does have that…. disease.
“Take him with you. But you need to find me if you don’t want your world to fall away,” It said, “Find me, little one.” The voice slowly faded into the background.
I woke up breathing heavy and covered in sweat. It was very weird. Lillian was laying down a few feet away, and she asked if I was ok. Which I obviously lied about. I told her that I was fine I was just having a weird dream, a half lie. But still a lie.
“Ms. Sanders, will you answer my question? What is the square route of 5?” The teacher said snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Um, 8?” I said
