Standa Rebels

Standa Rebels

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*Intro* There is one regret in the country of Elitse. It is called the Standa. The Standa is kind of like an organization that rules over Elitse. They kill whoever isn't Standa Candy, which is what we call the people who support the Standa. You can tell them easily by their clothes. I forever resort in hiding from these people. These rich, overpowered people. One day, my mom was out picking berries in her normal clothes (she posed as a Standa) and one of the Officials saw her. The official, later recognized as Hector Vandeleroz, reported it to Head Swift. Rachael S. Swift. The head is kind of like our president, but this place is the new England, because England got destroyed in a war. Anyway, a week later my friend, Jesse, and I were in the forest on a mountain when we heard an explosion. Later we found out that it killed our entire family, so we now rely on ourselves. They organized to family when they found out we weren't Standas..
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