It had been issued. The decree for all youth to attend the Union school. I knew then that my world was about to change. Despite the fact that I wasn't a leader Rebel I was a Rebel nevertheless. Ever since the union had formed in late 3002, my entire world had come crumbling at the seems. That's when I was introduced to the Rebels. We identified ourselves by a tattoo on our left arm of the letter R with a spear through it. There was make up to conceal it of course. Seeing as though Rebels were being beheaded everyday now. The Union would try to enforce their ideals on us now. The youth of the once proud United States reduced to this monstrosity. It was then that I had to pack a bag of all my possessions, wish my family goodbye, and head to a school that would make me want to bash my brains in. I found myself sitting next to a blonde beauty on the train. I tried once to start a conversation but the words just bounced around in my head never once slipping off my tongue. She probably wouldn't associate with me any ways. As the train pulled to a stop, I found myself staring at a huge brick building with perfectly cut grass and trimmed hedges. This was going to be a living hell.
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