Minors

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==== This will contain violence and other possibly triggering things. ====
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== What would be on the back cover ==
Jeff was rich, powerful, happy. And then he wasn’t. It was all gone. He has to live with the pain, the mockery, and it isn’t easy. He is not used to it, but he must become so, or he could crumple long before anybody should.
Sophie was poor, dirty, lonely. And then one act of kindness led to love. Led to a life she could live freely. But the sadness will always be there, tucked into a shadowed corner of her heart.
Jeff and Sophie live in a town largely affected by the horrors of World War 3. Everything in their lives was destroyed. Wrecked, burned to ash, and blown away on the wind. Everything was destroyed… and then rebuilt. They swore to never let it out of their grasp again. Ever again.
When you live a good life, there is no need for the filth, the scum living in the Slums. But Sophie used to be that… have that. One day. One fortunate, lucky day when everything came true. When Sophie and Jeff found each other… and began to plan. To plan a future.
America has become a helpless, desolate place. No fun, no happiness, no… hope. But what if we could change that? What if we change that? Or someone will. Sophie and Jeff had a plan. A plan they would act on. A plan that had to work, because if it didn’t…
== 1 - Sophie Albert ==
Sophie Albert is rich. Everything in her life made it obvious that she’s rich, but what if it hadn’t started out that way? What if she hadn’t always been rich?
Sophie became an orphan at 6 years old - a cause of World War 3 - living in a tent on the streets of the Slums - in Merole. She now lived the good life and definitely enjoyed it. But it still bugged her. She looked towards the Slums, saw the people there, dirty and lonely and she felt guilty. That had been her life, but it wasn’t anymore… and it was unfair. She knew that but did nothing about it.
She was now looking out through the foggy window of her house, at the overcast weather. The gray clouds filling the sky, the rain already threatening to fall. Her eyes fell on the shuddering people huddling in the shadows of buildings, shielding themselves against the icy wind. She felt a pang in her heart.
Sophie sighed, pulling herself from the window. She stuffed on her boots, shrugged on her jacket and stalked out of her house. The house she lived in alone… at 12 years old.
Sophie reached the border between the Slums and De-slums. Rich territory and poor territory. She traced her foot over the white chalk line someone had drawn, desperate to keep their difference from others, to make the segregation obvious to all. Sophie couldn’t help feeling a tinge of anger at the snooty rich people she was forced to live her life with.
She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it, but… she felt guilty for enjoying it.
“Ow!” Sophie turned her head just in time to see a group of boys push a young girl into an alley. The boys looked fairly well dressed - she guessed they were rich - unlike the girl, wearing a pale blue, tattered dress, with a dirty apron.
Sophie rushed over. The boys had pushed the girl into a muddy puddle and were kicking her, laughing all the while. Sophie was nearly sick from seeing the pleasure on their young faces.
“Stop!” she yelled, stepping between the girl and boys. The gang scowled. They had noticed her fancy clothing, realizing that she lived the same spoiled life as them. They made a move towards the girl, who was panting heavily, and Sophie jerked her hand towards them as if to slap them. They flinched and she couldn’t help but feel a hint of pleasure at the at their retreating pace.
“Leave her alone,” Sophie added in a steady voice, shooing them off. The boys began to back off, ending in a run as Sophie made a false move towards them. When they were gone, she turned around and held a hand out to the girl still shivering behind her.
The girl took her hand, pulling herself up. “Th- thank you,” she said, a tentative smile on her lips.
“No problem,” Sophie replied, returning her smile. The girl looked down and began brushing herself off. She was wet and cold, and Sophie felt guilty that she couldn’t do anything about it. “I’m Sophie,” she added.
“Jenny,” the girl replied, more strongly this time, shaking Sophie’s hand.
“Well, I have to go, but… I hope to see you again someday.” Sophie waved at Jenny as she began walking out of the alley. Jenny waved back with a crooked grin.
As Sophie continued to walk down the border, she realized it felt good to help people. She looked at all of the other people in the Slums, wishing she could help them too. But if she helped everyone she’d be here for years. So Sophie began to walk back to her house, tracing the border between the Slums and De-slums, wishing and hoping and wishing.
But not doing and doing and doing.
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