I hate it here. I hate everything about this place. I hate these stupid masquerade balls. What's the point? People talk to eachother not knowing who the other person? It so confusing.
My parents are part of the Host. Our society is completly corrupt and somehow we still have the rich and the poor. The rich people are in the Host. The poor aren't even worth a separate name. Then there are the raiders. They steal from the rich and give to the poor. They're like the Robin Hood of today. The poor depend on them.
Right now, I'm sitting at a table alone. I really hate the people here. They're so snobby and stuck up. The hair on their heads are always so perfectly placed, not one out of place. It seems to be the only thing they care about. Not just their hair, but their appereance overall. I hate it all. I refuse to go to any salon. I am capable of doing my hair.
I look around at all of the ridiculousness I see all around me when something catches my eye. No, not something, someone. I see a handsome figure standing by a moderately attractive girl with her hair in her face. This isn't right. Something is wrong.
I walk over to the two people standing on the other side of the ball room.
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We Will Survive
General FictionTwo People •●•●•●•●•●•●•●• One story •●•●•●•●•●•●•●• In a world with a broken society, two friends have to fight to survive. This is a story of action, comedy, and a romance that will come to grow on your heart.
