Rich And Rebellious
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"I don't want to hear it." The judge glared at Alice, then turned back to Flynn. "You will be executed before dawn for treason and the murder of Chad Axton." The judge slammed his hammer as fast as Alice sunk to her knees in despair, having to watch Flynn dragged away.
Imagine a divided world. A thin line, a fence that separated two worlds. Atlice, the city of wealth and fortune. The people who live there are spoiled rotten, they walk the streets with suits and brief cases. Food on the table, a roof of their heads, some don't need to work a day in their lives and enjoy resorts.
Beyond the clean display glass, speeches, and posters praising free speech and choice there is a portal. It's where the other world lies. Past a thin fence lies the opposite. Abandoned by Atlice, taken over by gangsters. The south side of Atlice, the grey area. Men and women are thugs, the youth are delinquents. The south side, also known as the rebel side, the devil's side. Though days in Atlice are full of sunbathing and gambling, the streets are clear at night. Delinquents jump the lone and vandalize expensive property. Atlice is two worlds chained together by force, with rebels and barons.
When Alice becomes friendly with a group of rebels, she starts war with her dad, playing tug of war with Flynn Weathersby who is later questioned for the murder of Chad Axton.
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