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I Don't Care - [Young Writer Short Story]

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Its so easy to do whatever we want.

Its so easy to party all night.

Its so easy to skip school.

Its so easy to break our parents' hearts.

Its so easy to make fun of our old, boring friends and treat people lower than us as outcasts.

Its so easy to drink, smoke, hook up and do everything our crazy mind can think of.

And if anyone disagrees with us, we can just shut them up with a simple "I don't care."

Like so many others teenagers, Ariana Jay thought so too.

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So, this story has been added for the Young Writers' Short Story.

Bear with me because I came to know of this competition only one day before the deadline so I didn't have much time to edit it.

I request you to please spare some time to read this. It isn't like most stories about rebellion. Its about something that happens to thousands of young girls all around the world. I promise you, it'll be worth it.

And if you like it, please, please vote for it. It would be a wondrous thing if I could win this competition. 

But that cannot be possible if you don't tap that little star up there. So tap it! ;)

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Thank You
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I Don't Care
sam., août 16, 2014

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I Don't Care
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The secret seemed to be etched across my face, the words "traitor" branded on my forehead. I wondered how everyone would feel if they knew what I'd just done, if they knew the treason and danger I'd just committed myself too. If they knew that the helpless girl in the pink dress was something more than a background character. ... It's 1776, and the Revolutionary War is in full swing. Everyday men fight and die for their country on the battlefield, and people grow poorer and poorer everyday as King George continues to tax the colonies. But while civilians drop like flies, nineteen year old Rose and her family are safe in England and as close as ever to King George and his obnoxious daughter Princess Sophia. Rose has a life that one would dream of; endless money and luxury, marriage offerings from every suitor in town, and the privilege of having the royal family in the palm of her hand. Except there's one flaw to Rose's perfect life: she hates it. While everyone else is jealous of Rose's wealth and luck, all Rose wants is to return to her hometown Virginia and get away from Princess Sophia and her minions. But then Rose meets Fiona. She's leader of the Shadow Group, a group of overlooked woman who sneak information from the British and send it to the colonies. Desperate to escape her living nightmare, Rose joins and her luck starts to change. Soon she's secretly attending meetings and flirting information out of her chosen suitor to help her hometown; until the ultimate betrayal tears the group apart. Will Rose make it out of Britain and live the life she's always wanted or to persevere her family's reputation? Or will she crumble under the King's careful thumb and break free forever? It's time Britain realized that it's not just the colonies ready for a rebellion. COMPLETED