Salted Caramel Coffee (COMPLETED!)

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Reads 6,378
Votes 854
Parts 28
Time 3h 22m

In the year 3062, every child is given a job the day that they're born that they must carry out from the age of fourteen until the end of their lives. Emma Wolfe, a fifteen year old girl from Arkansas, is one of only twenty people chosen to be writers in the entire country. The only problem? Emma hates writing.
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         I shoot up, dropping my pizza back into the box. "Why does nobody listen when I tell them I can't! I'm not who you think I am, and I never will be." I try to storm away, steam practically shooting out of my ears. 
         
         "Where are you going?" Black calls after me. I don't reply. "How are you supposed to get home without the car?" 
    
         I stop short, every muscle in my body tightening. Slowly, I turn back around, my hands balled tightly into fists. "If you say one more thing about my writing while I'm here, I swear to god I'll run away."
    
         "Em-" 
    
         "Test it out," I walk right up to her, getting so close that I can feel her tense breath on my face. "I dare you." 
    
         Black isn't stupid, and neither am I.
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In the year 3062, every child is given a job the day that they're born that they must carry out from the age of fourteen until the end of their lives. Emma Wolfe, a fifteen year old girl from Arkansas, is one of only twenty people chosen to be writers in the entire country. The only problem? Emma hates writing.
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         I shoot up, dropping my pizza back into the box. "Why does nobody listen when I tell them I can't! I'm not who you think I am, and I never will be." I try to storm away, steam practically shooting out of my ears. 
         
         "Where are you going?" Black calls after me. I don't reply. "How are you supposed to get home without the car?" 
    
         I stop short, every muscle in my body tightening. Slowly, I turn back around, my hands balled tightly into fists. "If you say one more thing about my writing while I'm here, I swear to god I'll run away."
    
         "Em-" 
    
         "Test it out," I walk right up to her, getting so close that I can feel her tense breath on my face. "I dare you." 
    
         Black isn't stupid, and neither am I.
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    COVER MADE BY @SO_MANY_OCS GO FOLLOW THEM I LITERALLY LOVE THEM SO MUCH

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