"Who the fuck plays the guitar at 1:00 a.m," I mumble as I finish pounding my neighbors apartment door. "Its a bass, by the way," A tall, asian looking boy with brown eyes and hair says as he moves out of the way so I can see his friends, standing there with cheeky grins plastered on there very awake faces. "Whatever...
When you live in Anthropia, your life is picked for you. If you are part of the 90%, you are a poor ruled by the remaining 10%, the riches. Everyone wears grey and sings the national anthem and plays by the rules. Well almost everyone. Ava isn't just some random citizen, she is the President's daughter, and she just...