Twenty Fifty-Six

Twenty Fifty-Six

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"I can't let fear get in the way. I know that I am a strong person, and I will do this." It is the year 2056, and Canada is a different country. Every odd year, the government requires each of the thirteen provinces and territories to send in a fourteen year old boy, and the next year, on the even year, a fifteen year old girl is required. What becomes of these teens, no one knows. But Amber Matlock is determined to find out. Even if it means becoming one of the teens owned by the government, and crushing her mother. Amber will do anything to find out. cover made by @hayleymonroe
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note: this was written by my thirteen year old self highest -- #177 in Science Fiction // From Awkward Stars: "Idiots, how did we loose a sixteen year old in a glass room?!" a voice silences them all. I slip out of my corner and into the now empty hallway, shutting the doors behind me. I race as fast as I can away from that interrogation room and tears stream down my face. I've tried so hard to be good. I've tried so hard to fit in. What have I done to deserve this? Lost in thought, I can't look where I'm going. My face connects with a human-feeling thing. "Emma?" Tyler asks and states. I look up into his cold eyes. "You?" I push past him, slamming my shoulder on his. Pain spikes through me, but all I can think about is getting out of here. There are black dots in my vision. I hear yells and calls after me, but they are faded. I burst through the first door I find. A mob of people await me, but they aren't about to arrest me. I collapse into the nearest persons chest. "Get her back to headquarters." xxx UPDATED EVERY SINGLE MONDAY FOR #AWKWARDMONDAYS

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