Prologue
They say the world was to end in 2012. Well, I wish I could say that they were right. Unfortunately, something far worse than the death of every living creature happened that day, something that not even the 'psychic' could see coming. I'm still not sure I can think about it, much less talk about it. Who could have thought that, really the 'Nation of Peace' was really the 'Nation of Death'? Sure some suspected it, maybe even some spread rumors about it, but really, no one truly believed that they had it in them. No one thought they could be so cruel, and inhuman to everyone, to everything. I should consider myself lucky, being 100% American, and being protected by that. But I haven't felt lucky, or happy sense that day ten years ago when America took over the world.
It was a normal day, unless you count all the crazies running around, screaming about the end of the world, and having to stock up. The religious screaming to pray. The desperate screaming to god, asking to forgive them, to save them. No one imagined that really, the only thing they had to fear was a corrupt government, and some big scary uniformed officials, with their fancy top of the line guns. No gods appeared, no natural disasters occurred, no aliens with their advanced technology. Who could have guessed that the crazies were right and that Area 51 actually had something top secret going on? Something that had to have been planed by past presidents, our leaders. No one could have guessed what happened that day. But fuck, I wish someone could have stopped them.
But that's a story that I don't have time for. Not right now at least. The leaders of the rebels are getting ready to stage a attack on the government. I know I haven't told you who I am, but I'm Isabella Swan, Bella for short, and I'm the daughter of the leaders of the rebellion. They've never let me get involved, they don't want me to have to suffer if their caught. But they can't really expect me to sit back and watch while so many innocents are killed, can they? I consider myself lucky, living in America, here we're treated the best, and I can't say the same for the other Countries. I've never been anywhere else personally, but I've heard stories. Stories about the soldiers killing people in cold blooded murder, gang rapes, just to show their power, to show who's in control. This is why my parents and so many others want to take back the country, the world.
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An: I have no idea what the hell I'm doing right now; this is my first attempt at writing something that hasn't been assigned to me by my teacher.
Um, tell me if it's good or not, but try not to be too harsh, yeah?
Oh that means review if you'd like, but no pressure or anything. I mean if your reading this, I never read any AN.
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