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Musically unstable

Beautiful remains

Stroms POV:
I walked down the stairs, converse creaking on each step. I placed my foot on the slippy wooden floor.
I turned the corner to the kitchen where I saw my mum. I wasn't going to speak. We haven't had a proper conversation in ages.
Me and her used to get along well, no, amazing! That was back when she was a rebel.
But since she heard about people being taken away, or worst killed, she quit on us. She became a commoner and my whole family followed...all but me. I'm sticking to my beliefs.
I dragged my feet over to the fridge and opened it. I searched around but didn't feel like eating so I simply closed the door and headed out.
"Stormy?" I heard my mothers small whispered voice.
"Yeah?" I didn't turn around, I kept m back to her.
"You haven't eaten in days"
"2 days, not to long"
"Yeah but I'm worried about you. Maybe it's the rebels having a bad impact on you" Of course she would say that. She never speaks to me unless its about that. I turned around to face her, not making eye contact.
"NO! ACTUALLY ITS NOT! ITS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY BELIEFS OR ANY OF THAT SHIT YOU BELEIVE IN!" I felt my eyes water up and my bleeding arm tense up in pain. "The five bravest, most amazing men on this earth are going to loose their lives. They are the only people to make a stand for people like me, and when they are dead, what hope do I have? How can I eat when I fell sick to the stomach all the time?"
My mum looked at me, tears pouring down my face. I didn't give her time to respond, I marched right out of that door and walked towards Coles.
Coles POV:
I felt my head, ouch! I have been banging it against the wall quite a lot recently. Ashley Purdy. That is the name of my hero. The one man who has been there no matter what, yet he doesn't even know my name. I cannot bare the thought of him spending his final days locked behind bars like some animal.
My mum starts banging on my door. "Cole! Cole! What are you doing?"
She turns the handle and steps inside. Her eyes glare me up and down, taking in my outfit.
"We've fucking talked about this. Ain't no Rebel in this house. Your dad wants you out. He doesn't want you around. And if you don't pack this in, I wont be able to do anything to stop him" I looked my mom in the eye. This is the woman who cares about me most. Powerless against my commoner dad.
She left me on my own, sat on the floor. I reached for my phone and saw a text from Storm:
Hey hun
Im going to come a bit early will be about five minutes
-S xx
5 minutes? I better finish getting ready.
Sirens POV:
I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked ridiculous in this flowery top. Mum makes me though. She thinks I'm a commoner, well she doesn't see the side of me everyone else does. I cannot listen to my own music or dress how I like at home, have to wait till I get out of this house.
I walked down stairs and saw my mom on the sofa. "Siren, when we gonna sort your hair out?" She moaned at me
"What's wrong with my hair?"
"You look to Rebellious, we don't want them mistaking you for one of them Rebs now do we?" Rebs. The most offensive word for Rebels.
I just nodded and walked out. God! If she knew I would never here the end of this!
Zanna's POV:
I put my cigarette down and stood up as I saw Siren crossing the road. I had given up Smoking thanks to Jinxx, but what does it matter now? He's locked up and I having managed to stop smoking since, its the only stress reliever I have. Me and Christina got to our feet and walked towards Siren.
Christina's POV:
I stood up, a little tipsy. Okay quite tipsy. I've been drinking to take my mind of all this shit...and now we got school. Cannot be doing with this!
Storms POV:
We got to school and walked straight into our small corner. We gather here and ignore all the dirty looks and rude remarks. All the Commoners, beautiful, and us...were just below plain. But each bloodshot beauty still rings true.
I had maths first. Great. Me and Zanna started heading towards our lesson when suddenly some bitch ran straight into me.
I looked up. It was Molly. The biggest slag in the school. Zanna quickly pushed her away and I heard her violent crashes on the ground as i stood up. She got up after few seconds and glared me in the eyes. I was the main target for bullies. I was short and not strong, I was quiet so was much mistaken for pathetic. But I wasn't. Whatever people through at me verbally, I could throw back. Eventually people caught on with that and that's were the physical abuse comes in.
"Why do you still wear that top? What you live for is dead!" She laughs in my face. This broke me. I swung my fist and it hit her in the jaw.
"OI! YOU!" Miss Marshall shouted. "How dare you? i knew letting rebs into this school was a bad idea!" She tightly grabbed my wrist and marched off towards the head teachers office with me.
I knew I was in for it. Death has come to collect my beautiful remains.

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