The Fallen

The Fallen

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    Our society had failed. That's the cold hard truth. We thought we were unbreakable. We thought we were out of the clear. That we could make, destroy, and scar anything we wanted. We thought we were at the top of the food chain.     We were wrong.     Dead wrong.     The first to go was the power. The whole grid went down. Nothing survived. It all happened when Dr. Tynd tried switching us to a cleaner energy source. Apparently, it wasn't as safe as he claimed. The entire thing blew up destroying the control panel.     The next were guns and cars. After the power went down it was only a matter of days before the cars followed. We're not quite sure what happened with the guns. One day they just quit working. All that they were good for now was making an annoying clicking sound.     Everything else followed. Countries fell in flames. Including the U.S. We had come up with a new way to live. Without the electricity, cars, or anything else from before. We separated ourselves by skill. Each formed a clan that would do it's part for our new society.     There were three clans. The Braves, who protected the borders, were similar to the army. The Intellectual, who were anything from teachers all the way down to doctors. The Ags, who were quite similar to what the cowboys used to be. They farmed our food and raised cattle and such other things.     We gave up on money, we bartered with items now. Traveling? Well, horses, obviously. But also people would ride donkeys, cows, and anything that could hold you up. There wasn't any official government. Just a committee that met every six months. But it was different people every time.     This was the life we had. The life I had.     My name's Dakota Austin, I am fifteen years old, and five ten. I am part of the Ags, I missed my chance to leave this clan two years ago. My hair is naturally curly and a golden brown. My eyes are hazel.     This is my story.
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When Sammy's parents got divorced, she didn't mind at all, because she knew that they weren't meant to be together, and if they weren't happy with each other, then they don't have to stay together for her sake. She lived with her mom, and her dad visited regularly, when he could get away from his work; running a top class private boarding school. Her mom turns on her when her favourite person leaves town, and her life slowly starts losing meaning, and she can't think of anything that makes her happy, except being with her best friend. Then, she goes too... With nothing making her happy in her small town, she makes a life-changing decision, that she thinks will benifit her, and make her life all that she wanted. Or, it could go very wrong and be worse than staying where she is. "Dad, I want to live with you" I told him over the phone, in tears. Nothing new there. "Samantha, you know I'd love you too, but there isn't any school around this area, remember? My school is in the countryside, with nothing within a short driving dinstance" he all but rejected me. "Then can I move schools? Attend your boarding school?" He was silent, then let out a long sigh of defeat. "I'll enroll you now. Pack your things, I'll send a car in the morning for you." That was all I needed to hear, and I was thrilled. Without making noise, I danced around my room and repeatedly thanked him. Later that night, after the usual abuse, I silently packed my things when she was passed out. I hurried in doing it, and stored them at the back of my closet so she couldn't see them when she checked up on me. You're doing it, Sammy. You're finally getting out of here; away from all the bitchy girls, your mom, and old memories with Fletcher. I'm proud of you, girl...

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