Outside These Walls

Outside These Walls

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Annabeth. Connor. Two kids filled with youthful innocence, ignorance and idiotic ideas, but in a world commanded with political leaders with their choices deciding the lives of others, these two adolescent have the chance to change these political leaders, or at least their choices. They are thrown into a world battered with horrific rain, tearing the gap between the wealthy and the poor, these two attempt to pursuit what they think is right. Or at least whoever is winning the argument thinks is right.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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