Naughty or Nice?

Naughty or Nice?

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The year is 3084. Hearing this must make you think of flying cars and robots but that isn't even close. 72 years ago in December 21st the earth was flooded, one month later 2/3 of the left land could not take the change in temperature and caught of fire or froze. What's left is a small mass of land we call Sopravvivere. Here on Sopravvivere we had massive crime until 50 years ago when my grandfather came up with a solution. We made two boards. The nice and The naughty. In the middle there is a small town that is the common area where everyone naughty or nice can be. There are a few rules though. No stealing no fighting and no talking to the other side. The naughty can not pass over to the nice side and vise versa. I am Cordelia Swen, daughter of President John Swen of the nice.
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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