I thought I was the last one. But then they found me, I came to wish they hadn't. But it gave me hope that there are good people out there. We survived the nuclear attack, many survived at first but then radiation took away everyone. I don't know how I possibly survived and even more so why I was the only one... but here I am.

I'm gonna try out a horse story. Enjoy! I do not know how long it'll be yet but here go's!

The irony of poetry is that its speaks in depths of beauty- but never really acknowledges what it takes to create it.

They say that the war destroyed a beautiful world. Now it's just ripples in the ground from the nuclear war. The grounds covered in acid and raggid ground with sand, mud, and dirt. But I don't really know what's out there. That's only what our founders told the generations of people in this place. This is 3017, almost a century after the war. That's ALL they told us though. We now are stuck in an unknown land and no one knows where we are on earth. Currently, it fits over 9,000 people. Only the elders know about the world history. We don't have Social Studies in school. They don't tell us because they think it will destroy the peace in our economy. There are only a few who know the truth. That is Evelyn Archon, our current leader, the elders, and soon... me. I also find out that I'm special, I find others who are special just like me. We think it's amazing. But the government wants to use it against us, and the city. Whether they know what they're doing or not, we must stop them. My name is Grace. Grace Barloc. I turn 15 years old today, July 23. This means next week I go in for testing. Yes, we have school pretty much all year... Our government brings in 10-15 year olds every five years for a test that will help us decide what our future will be for the rest of our lives here. I don't really understand it though. No one tells us what questions the test holds.