The Art of Expression

The Art of Expression

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Our individuality was taken as paint stripped from concrete. What is life in a world of uniform and no individuality? Here in my country we all have set clothes for each day, a set schedule for everyday down to the second, and no personality. That means no makeup, hair color, adding anything to your shoes or clothes, no extra accessories, no thoughts. Every city, town, street, house, and room are the same. The only kind of "arts" we have are in support of the government. Songs are about how great and necessary our government is and any kind of acting is for public service announcements. Art is used for propaganda, posters, murals, you name it is all show the wonderful affects of our rulers. In total control everything is painful but efficient, not everyone can like living this way can they? That's where I come in, I'm Jackie Rivera and I hate my government.
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They lied to me. My own family. My so-called friends. All of them hiding the truth, that we're tied to the criminal underworld, a forte where my family, the Storms, are the undisputed kings. Then everything falls apart. My dad gets framed. My cousin ends up dead. And the boy I've had a childhood crush on-Nathaniel-turns out to be the one who could destroy me. At least Luke, the one person I shouldn't want, fights to keep me from breaking... but even he has secrets. But it's gets even worse, because now an organization is rising from the shadows, an organization that opposes everything my family stands for. And in a family of warmongers and sociopaths, I stood out as a glaring weakness. The most normal, the most vulnerable, and the most efficient way to end a dynasty that has ruled for centuries. Because what is a throne without an heir, and a crown without its king. So here I am, stuck in a game of blood and betrayal where the only way to survive is to stop being the fragile girl they thought I was. If I have to burn bridges, spill blood, and embrace the monster inside me, then so be it. Because this time, I'm not running from my darkness. I'm becoming it.

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