THe Undone

by airgirl555

In your near future and my long forgotten past, American leadership will fall into the wrong hands, this is the story, of how bad, how holocaustic, how unlivable my life once was, the war of my world and another’s. For America, is the Fire Nation. Rated T

1. prologue

The Undone

In your near future and my long forgotten past, American leadership will fall into the wrong hands, this is the story, of how bad, how holocaustic, how unlivable my life once was, the war of my world and another's. For America, is the Fire Nation.

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Prologue

My Aunt Lena is the smartest person I know, she knows everything about everything, but what I don't understand is why she still holds her tong on a man's presence, even when they're completely wrong. I am not a person to sit still and watch as the world passes around me, neither is my mother, but as fate would have it, she is far more powerful then I am, or anyone for that matter.

My mother is Lady America. I was Little Lady America, but you'll have to wait till I get to that part of the story, now wont you? Now, I can understand that to you, Little Lady America, and Lady America, sounds like my mother and I were in some dumb beauty pageant, but we weren't. In 2056, President Smith passed a law, how he got it passed state is beyond me, but the law was Monarchy, full fledged Monarchy, that he and his offspring would 'rule' America. Now, one-hundred years later, I am the only living hair to the throne. And when I rule, things will be different, much different; my mother is the most prejudice person I know, and having a person like that as Lady of your county is not a good idea. We have labor camps for Buddhists, Canadian's, and Deater's. Mother and her "follower's" like to call them the BCD's. But, can you keep a secret? For the past three months, I've been sneaking out to the labor camps and listening to the Buddhist teaching's, and I can't understand why mother would want to torture them. The Canadian's, yeah, they tried to kill us off, they had a point, but I can understand why she'd throw them into a life of pain and misery, the Deater's, bombed our capital for 600 day's strait, I can see where that would piss her off. But the Buddhist's had no intention's of hurting us, ever, and they blame themselves for there misfortune's, it make's me want to cry.

The only person I've ever told, besides you of cores, is my Aunt. She's the greatest; I could never tell her that though. She's nothing like my mother. Its kind of funny, how two sisters can be so different, yet so connected.