At Dusk

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Life didn't give me the people I wanted, it gave me the people I needed, to help me, to hurt me, to love me, to leave me, and to help me grow into the person I am meant to be.

And now that person wants revenge.

But we will get back to that, lets start at the beginning.

Six-hundred years ago the world changed after an explosion in a lab, wiping out nearly everyone and turning most of the world into a wasteland. It took over one-hundred years for some sort of society to form but it is inadequate.

My town, Saint Laclade, is said to be the only surviving civilization but I know there has to be more than this fallacious life. Saint Laclade is split into three social classes, the Dawners, the Duskers, and the Nooners.

Dawners basically run the town, they are rich assholes who think they can do whatever they want just because they have money. They live in big houses on the Northside of town, with huge gardens and white picket fences. Their hair is always styled to perfection and they can do anything they want without any consequences as the police work for them. They got the name Dawner's as they only go out from dawn to dusk.

Duskers AKA. my people are what Dawners would refer to as the poor people. They treat us like trash, like monsters, like low lives. It's been that way for so long I think we have started to believe it. We live in run-down buildings that should not even be legal to live in. We only get educated up until we're 13 because Dawners decided after that it's just a waste of money. Most parents end up home-schooling after that. We have gotten the name Duskers as we are only allowed out from dusk to dawn and if we are caught out after that we get arrested while Dawners can go out for as long as they want but just choose to go in at dusk.

Nooners are even more down on luck than us Duskers. How one becomes a Nooner is tragic. They are Duskers who have been taken away from there loved ones and forced to work for Dawners. From the day you turn eighteen to when you turn sixty a group of Dawners and police can just show up at your door and tell you that you have twenty-four hours to get your affairs in order and then you have to go work for them until you retire at age sixty-five. Once you become a Nooner you never get to see your loved ones. They live in little huts with other employees on the outskirts of the Dawners property. They got given the name Nooner's as they are in-between Dawners and Duskers.

My name is Cameron Griffin, I'm seventeen and I live in a crappy, run-down house with my abusive parents Riley and Hunter. My older brother Beck moved out a while ago and now pretends that I don't even exist. My best friend is Weston Wright and he is one of the reason's that I haven't just given up. I have known Weston my whole life, we grew up together. Then there is Oliver Parker who I met when I was three and Hayes Oakley who I met when I was four and I don't know what I would do without any of them.

Weston is also seventeen and lives two doors down from me. He lives and raises his thirteen-year-old brother Milo as his parents both passed away when he was twelve and has been raising Milo ever since, getting whatever job he can to take care of him. He has blonde floppy hair and hazel eyes with glowing caramel skin. He is six foot two with a birthmark on his left ankle. He's handsome and all Duskers and Dawners alike swoon over him and he knows it. Even though he is cocky beyond belief, he still is the sweetest guy and always has the perfect thing to say when you're down. He understands that sometimes I need my space and sometimes I don't want to talk when things are bad but he is always there for me.

Oliver again is seventeen. He has curly blonde hair and grey eyes. He is six foot and his face is littered with freckles. He is a goofball and will make you laugh in three seconds flat. He can make you feel comfortable and welcome the second you meet him as if you have known him your whole life He lives two streets down from me and he lives with his little sister Sophia who is thirteen and his dad James. Oliver and Weston have spent years trying to get Milo and Sophia together as they are both thirteen and spend all their free time together. Sadly Oliver's mum became a Nooner when Oliver was six, he can barely even remember what she was like and Sophia was only a baby, so has no memories of her what so ever.