Rebel: The way to a better future (young writers short story entry)

Rebel: The way to a better future (young writers short story entry)

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The times were bad; we used to live underground in a city built by man with all those who were able to escape the tyranny from the land above, and those who weren’t able to, we prayed for them. Down there, there were no boys and girls, no men and women, no adults and kids, we were just humans all striving for survival, all fighting for the same cause: freedom. We took care of each other since no one else would; we did everything in our hands to live another day, another week, another month, to live long enough to see a better future. This, this is my story, my fight ‘cause I am a rebel! ☆ ☆ ☆ A/N: This is a short story for the contest youngwritersshortstory. I would really love if you all read it and vote if you like. Thank you very much :) ~MiaSousa Ps: The only votes counted up are those made between 17th of August and 13th of September.
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