Too Late For Happy Goodbyes (Completed)

Too Late For Happy Goodbyes (Completed)

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WpMetadataReadTerminé ven., déc. 16, 201631 m
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Fiction
Action & Thriller
I always loved to run, it was all I ever wanted to do, but there wasn't usually much chance to do it in my hometown of Broken Hill, Australia. That was until the day my dad took me, my twin sister Miah and my older brother Yuri to his mine, the place where he worked. There, his mine collapsed, and I was trapped underneath it with him, the rest of my family, friends and everyone else I've ever known on the other side. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PLEASE DON'T JUDGE HARSHLY, this is my first book that isn't about a zombie apocalypse or something like that, and i'm worried that i probably suck at it.
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I had been living in this dystopian universe my whole life. We lived simple, meaningless lives. I wasn't sad, merely dissatisfied. No one here was ever sad. The Center, which was our government, forced us to take a pill every morning to make sure we were always happy and healthy. For most of our lives we lived at home with our odd families that the government stuck us into as babies. Usually five children were put into each household. We grew up together in a single house, raised and taught by a robot even though none of us were related. We lived at home with limitless entertainment in the form of advanced technologies. We had one day of the week for shopping, one day for going out and one day for labor. On labor days we were assigned a job and had to complete it in order to gain money for the week. Everyone got the same amount no matter the job. If you didn't show up for these jobs there were grave consequences. The Center often used torture as a method of punishment, or so we were told. No one close to me had ever actually been punished by The Center though. It was incredibly rare. Most of us lived our lives as good little pawns doing nothing more than eating, sleeping and entertaining ourselves. But one day, my regular boring life changed...

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