A/N: Hi guys! This is a story that I've had in my mind for a while. This story will eventually contain lemon; I'll put warning ahead to let everyone know. This isn't officially the first chapter, but I hope you guys enjoy the concept that the story is based around!
Radiant Hall
17 July
My name is Dawn. I shouldn't be writing this, but I am.
It's not my fault that I'm feeling like this. I didn't ask for this to happen to me. But in the end, none of it mattered. I was caught early apparently; Mr. Cyrus says it is better this way. He's the master of Radiant Hall. Radiant Hall is where I live. The people here have committed a terrible crime and that's why we are taught to be useful. That's what Mr. Cyrus says.
I hate myself. I did something wrong, something awful, and I don't know what exactly I've done wrong. I hate my parents. They say that my parents were bad people. It was obvious though, nice parents wouldn't be able to raise a bad person like me. I've been told that they're in prison now. I don't know where. None of us here know anything about our parents.
I'm very lucky to be here, actually. I've got a chance to redeem my past mistake if I work hard and make Mr. Cyrus happy. In some regions, people like me get something called the death penalty. They'd never do that here, of course. That's why I have to work so hard – to show gratitude.
Sometimes I spend nights wondering about the children who are put down. I wonder how it's done, if it hurts, and, most importantly, if it happens here. My friend Zoey says that they do that kind of stuff here, but I don't believe her. Mr. Cyrus laughed when I told him about Zoey's 'foolish stories.' He says Zoey's imagination is going to be her downfall. I don't know if her imagination is too active, but sometimes she does make things up. When she first arrived here, she swore that it was her troublemaker friend who had actually committed the crime she was being punished for. She insisted that her parents were powerful people and that she would be let out once everything was sorted out.
She's still here.
There's four hundred of us at Radiant Hall; I've been here since I was two and a half. I've been here for a long time and that's why the grownups trust me. I know what the rules are and I know that the rules are there for a reason.
I'm breaking the rules right now though.
We aren't supposed to know how to read or write. They call these skills a "surplus." They're false skills, skills that serve no actual purpose. But I've seen that Mr. Cyrus has books in his office. He writes on his computer. How can this be useless if a man as important as him knows how to do it? When I asked him, all he said was, "Dawn, you're too smart for your own good."
Is it possible to be too smart?
Apparently there is a boy named Ash Ketchum arriving next week. He is supposed to be smart too, so I am to look after him.
From what I've heard, the boy seems to be a lot of trouble.
Love,
Dawn
This was a short intro, but I hope that you guys enjoyed it! Of course, Dawn is just introducing us to the world; Ash will pick up the story starting Chapter 1! Thanks for reading and please review if you are looking forward to the series!