rebels

Soon, all the children were chanting it. __o school! No school!

Aloha Oukou. It looked like your soul was escaping so I put you in a tree.

The shadow self is what lies beneath the makeup. It__ those ugly parts that you haven__ accepted about yourself. You hide those parts in the shadows until you__e ready._ Her face remained a haunting calm. __hen you realize the scars are who you are, that there was nothing wrong with you and that you were beautiful all along - that__ when you decide to take the makeup off.

It__ no big deal. It__ kind of like a tattoo. It won__ hurt, not too much, just a few stitches and it__l be all over. It__ really interesting how it__ done. You won__ believe where your soul hides. Go on, take a guess. Where do you think it is?

Lydia displays her right hand and instantly bathed the room with a blinding light. It lasted only a moment before it drew back into her palm. __ can fix you if you__e ever broken.

I__ afraid they__e not coming._ Abby said fearfully. __ur parents, our teachers _ everyone! They__e disappeared. That__ it. Lights out, Shelly. We__e on our own.

Shelly shook her head and made sure she had plenty of space so that she wouldn__ hit anything. As many times before, she kept the hoop close to her waist and then twirled it with small, tight bursts of speed. As the hoop gathered in momentum it started to give off a hum that soon took on a light blue illumination far brighter than the streetlamps. It was so bright, that it lit up the entire backyard.

...it__ just another one of those things I don__ understand: everyone impresses upon you how unique you are, encouraging you to cultivate your individuality while at the same time trying to squish you and everyone else into the same ridiculous mould. It__ an artist__ right to rebel against the world__ stupidity.

As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at a full sprint. She was, quite literally, running for her life, and leaving everything she had known before behind. Regardless of her past experiences, here she was, blindly following a girl, who was virtually a stranger, because she had promised to lead Eleanor to safety.

Here we go,_ Phoenix said, turning back to Nora. __ry not to let this room scare you.

My dream is to create something so beautiful that it encourages people to present the best version of themselves to me everywhere I go.

Cherish your existence, for memories become legacies and life can change in an instant.

Eternity will not cause our memories to fade, it will force our hearts to accept the past.

If you feel like you don't fit into the world you inherited it is because you were born to help create a new one.

Every decision you make in life will stem from one of two options: love or fear. Choose love.

To completely understand me you must first accept that I am not you.

To struggle against the weight of sleep as reality eclipses the moon of your dreams is the purest sign of true love.

Eleanor had heard talk of the rebellion that existed inside the city of Constance before. Most of the information she gathered was considered an old fairy tale by the general public. There were a few stories here and there about people angered by their present living conditions, who had demanded that the center of Constance be held responsible for it. However, information was never passed between the five different sectors. Over the years the tales of the rebellion had become children__ bedtime stories, and people did not take them seriously.