When you're marked you have two choices; fight or die. Nance lives in the past, literally. Her city is a recreation of early twenty-first century society. To the outside world they're experiments, just rats running around a maze. In an impoverished future world, the city seems to be their only chance of finding where they went wrong, or so they say. Nance doesn't know the real purpose of her home, and she doesn't care. All she sees are the one hundred teenagers, just like her, who are killed every year in the barbaric ritual known as the marking. They tattoo your face and pit you against your peers, against the city. Nance doesn't know why, but it doesn't matter, because she's sixteen and it's her turn to be marked. **So I decided to replace the original story with the rewrite because they are pretty much exactly the same. Plus, it's a lot less complicated then having two separate books for the same story.** There is a * next to all rewritten chapters. THE ORIGINAL VERSION IS COMPLETE. IT'S JUST NOT MARKED AS SUCH BECAUSE I GAVE UP ON THE REWRITE.

I automatically leave a story when it starts out, “i wuz 10 wen i fell in LOVEEE.” It literally burns my eyes to read something like that, so one time I asked a person why they would write like that and their answer was, “I’d rather get my story out there quickly and keep my fans interested than waste my time proofreading.” You know what that tells me? That if you don’t have the time to simply spell out the whole word “when,” you probably don’t have the time to write a decent story with an intriguing plot and developed characters; if you don’t have those, you’ll lose you fans anyway. Now, I know a lot of people really don’t know how to write so, I’ve made this guide to help out. I’ll be posting chapters on character and plot development, emotion/tone, setting, clichés, and whatever the heck else I can think of, but right now I’ll start with grammar and spelling.

This isn't a pretty story. In fact, if it doesn't leave you with a small chill crawling up your spine, then somethings up. Blood is spilled, and minds are lost. Nothing is innocent anymore. Mermaids are no longer beautiful and sweet. They are vicious, evil, and hungry for flesh and blood. Your flesh and blood.