Hair Color

Hair Color

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In a world so divided, can two people so different really be united? In Magonia people aren't divided because of skin color, but because of hair color. People with pure blonde hair are part of the government, and always considered to be the best of society. People with dirty blonde hair are just below the pure blondes. They were mostly teachers, scholars, scientists, and inventors. People with light brown hair do the normal jobs that have to be done, and people with really dark brown, almost black, hair, do the really gross jobs that no one else wants to do, and are always looked down upon. People with red, or orange hair are considered "irregularities" in the society, and are always shunned, and looked down upon. They're thrown out into the wild to survive on their own, when they're still just babies, but most people know that they actually just die right away, because they are only just babies, and can't survive on their own. Then there are the people with pure black hair. This almost never happens, but when it does, they were publicly executed, right after birth. They were considered a threat to society. They were thought to be rebels, and their parents would be shunned from society forever, but as we all know, sometimes things slip past the system. Charlotte had pure blonde, the purest actually. She was destined to be the queen some day, as she was next in line for the throne. Raven had pure black hair. He had been hidden at birth, and his parents lied, saying that it had been a miscarriage. Now he lived on his own, in all of the forests surrounding Magonia. What will happen when their paths cross, unexpectedly? Will raven get caught, or will this be the start of an uprising against the government? (authors note: kings and queens by 30 seconds to mars is the "theme" song for this book.)
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***this book contains suicidal thoughts and tendencies, may not be appropriate for younger audiences*** In which she looks for the purpose of life. Lily Carter's parents died in a car crash leaving her and Laura, girl was depressed long before her parents passed away and with all the problems turning up now, Lily felt more miserable - if that's even possible. With her journey to look for life's purpose and grab the small pinch of HOPE - which is ironically her second name -, will she finally snap at the pressure and finally end it all? or will a small light lit her darkened world of grief and loneliness? * "So you know. The little goth girl who gets bullied is indeed a mess. There's this mess in her head that eats her alive everyday isn't it? What to do now Kaden? Tell the whole neighborhood and recieve an award for taking out a crazy in this world?" I spit like vomit. His eyes warmed up as I finished, "Lily. It isn't like that" "What is it then? People stopped caring... they gave up, why aren't you?" I fought my tears. "Because I feel the need to care. Did Leigh hurt you? Did she hit you?" he finally noticed the unusual redness of my cheek. I don't like the way he told me he needed to care for me. I felt like an obligation, a responsibility that he is carrying and carrying leads to getting tired and when people gets tired, they give up. I don't want them to give up on me. But they will, so it's good not to make them care for me in the first place. "I never needed anyone. I stopped needing anyone before, why start now?" I uttered the words again. Why? There is nothing to fight for. No mama. No papa. No sister to love me. No one. So why would I waste my life and the time of others to fix what is already broken - and someone who doesn't want to be fixed? If I may add. Maybe I gave up. No, scratch that. I gave up a long time ago - when my parents died, my hope and purpose went away with them.

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