*Meredith*
It has been five years since I graduated high school, and five years since the world fell apart. Five years since those damn girls got all that fame, and all that power, and then, didn't quite know how to use it. Once, I wanted to make order from chaos, a chaos that had been following me since I was young. Now, I want only that chaos again, and would give anything, absolutely anything, to see it reinstated.
The sixth city, where those of the sixth group lived, was always sunny. It was once Arizona, I think, but now it is the resting place of the sixth. I think we were, once upon a time, the princesses, and rich kids, and all those the others wanted to be. I don't know what we are now. We all lived the same life, and now we all live together, and it is meant to be paradise, but it is not freedom. Because we are the normals, and they are the differents.
"Bryce, keep quiet," I hissed, watching between the cracks in the walls. They were smothered in those stupid-ass posters, the ones which told us to obey, like in all those books, but less obvious.
He ignored me, busily handling the lock to the door with care. He was such a perfectionist, god knows why he was here and not Camp thirteen. But I kinda didn't care, I fucking needed him and he was here. I always wondered what clique I would have sorted him into, back when cliques were just for high school and not, well, everything.
"You try keeping quite when you're picking a lock, not that a stupid blonde like you could do that." He snapped under his breathe, and I would have punched him in the leg, but for fear of getting caught. Heaven's knows how I made it this far, a death order was put on my head two years ago, but tonight I would escape, and then the real rebellion could begin.
"Yes," he said, slightly too loudly, but now it really didn't matter. As soon as he made a noise I was behind him and through the door. We were then in a dark passage, a cold stone one, before the door shut behind us.
We attempted to make our way along the corridor with the correct mix of silence and hurried urgency. The walls were damp, I think because the tunnel came about long before those damn – well I didn't like to call them that – and it was thick with moss. Not that either of us could have cared less, because these tunnels went straight under the barbed wire and the guards which were there for our 'protection'. This was our ticket to freedom.
"So the preps are making a run for it, God I feel alive Meredith."
"That's nice Bryce," I said, as I began to see the faint glow of stars on our horizon, "just remember, we're differents now, we don't have a clique, we don't have a title." That frightened me more than it should have, because I had always wanted to be like her, and she had always known her place. But she was dead now, and it had never mattered what she thought, just how he felt, because he had needed me. And they killed him too. At least, their policies did, I doubt they really understood the extent to which they had destroyed so many lives.