The Lockup

The Lockup

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Imagine it. The year is 3642 AD. There are more orphans than ever before in the City, but none on the streets. Most reside in the abusive Workhouses. Known crime? None. All the rebels are stuck in the filthy Lockup where you're lucky to have your cell cleaned once a month. Did I mention that there is only a bucket to do your business in? The prisoners are treated like dogs. The people are treated like dogs. We are the City... Now imagine it. The year is 3668 AD. There is a huge city where everyone is equal. Everyone is free. Shocker, right? Sure, there are the few exceptions of those who had to be sent away from the community. But there was not a chance of everyone being perfect. There are fewer orphans than there ever were in the City. None are on the streets. Most reside at home with their parents. Known crime? All crime is known, but there is little to none. We are the City of Freedom. How did we get from suffering to freedom? I guess you'll have to find out. • • • Cover made by hiregaxquelschryer
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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