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See Through
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Ongoing, First published Nov 16, 2015
Mature
It is year 3029 in New Luna Province. There is the visible world to all as a society structured by vanity. Your external appearance is what leads you to your faction. The blindingly attractive are the Vains, the gorgeous are the Steamy, the ones who curse their genetics and alter their appearance with manmade equipment are the Bubble Heads, the average are the commons and the disgraced are the Tragics. Kimberly Mitchell is just a Luna, unmarked, awaiting her title. Kimberly is known as the girl who lost her family besides her older sister.

In the secret world it is divided into two kingdoms, the light kingdom and the dark. Kimberly discovers her connections to a complex world she just learns she has a history with. A supernatural world.

Kimberly must figure out who she'll become and who she'll hold close. She is a leader, but she is also a person. A human with faults, a heart, and a mind. If only everything was just See Through.

*Told from multiple perspectives.*
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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.