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In corso, pubblicata il feb 07, 2012
The Union will tell you anything and everything; except the truth. The truth is one thing they wont stand for. But who knows the truth anymore? The truth is what the government wants you to believe, anything else doesn't exist. The air and earth civilizations? The starved and died on their own because they rejected the Union, right? Are you sure? Your elders know all. Right? Things are meant to be questioned, everything's meant to be questioned. But the Union wont stand for it. You want to question the Union and their powers? You'd have better luck of living if you were a Power-less picking a fight with a hot tempered Power-full.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.
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Having faith in something that literally isn't there but is is tiring. Also, the world hates you and you have to fight against the one thing you can't escape, sin. Choosing to fight this battle puts a target on your mind and sometimes body, and it can make or break you. ... Seems useless, right? Maybe, but it isn't, because either way it goes, we can't change it. It's scary, new, fun, and boring all at the same time. It's... not something humans would regularly do. But I'm taking the challenge and attempting to make it to a place called Heaven. Just read it, I'm not fighting you, I'm fighting FOR you. *I'm BEGGING A STRANGER!!!* As you know, I am a NEW Christian.👌👍👏❤😳😜 (and yes, best decision of my life, you should try it) HOWEVER, I am also human, which means Sin😈 Sweet, EVIL, Sin. (Chile, anyways, so!) In this story, you'll read about how I deal with Sin and do a terrible job at fighting what comes with loving the King of Kings at this stage of life.... PSA: I'm a working progress, and my POV of life is just WAY OFF! Another PSA from months after the book was finished: Please disregard the unorganized book! I was at a fiery point and my mind was wilding.