Jackie was always disrespected by her family and avoided everyone at school because she was...different. Without any friends or family to turn to, what's the point of even staying alive? The one thing she lived for was art. Every night she would go out, painting the city's dystopia. Then one day, she hears about a group that started a rebellion against society, and she gets more curious...
(Fhtfhtfht This is my first story, so please don't judge)
(Also, this cover is not mine)