Prologue

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Oh well. Here I go! I hope you guys like this! This is my first attempt at a dystopian thriller and as you all know, most of my books are teenfic and romance! Hope this goes well!♡

Prologue

I was ten years old, when I first set myself on fire.

I distinctly remember feeling the flames lick my arm as they traveled up my draping sleeve. I felt a sense of undeniable exhilaration at the great mystery dancing and bouncing around, like a ballerina on my arm. Yes, exhilaration towards the fire, but not fear, No, never fear. For how could something so beautiful, and so mysterious, cause me fear?

After that time, I was never afraid of the flames that leapt around from this burning hot enigma. Well, at least I wasn't until I turned thirteen.

When I was thirteen, it was the second time I should have set myself on fire, and the first time I didn't. It was the first time I felt afraid, truly afraid, of the large, raging flames before me. It was the first time I stood, paralyzed by my fear, and didn't leap into the fire.

It wasn't my fault the house went down in flames that day, and with it, my entire world, but it was the first time I was responsible for letting my world go up in smoke, for not stopping it.

But it wouldn't be the last.

If all went according to plan, I would soon be responsible for the actual world, going up in smoke. If all went according to plan, the second I stepped through that large metallic entrance way, that glimmered with an eerie green light, my world, and the world of the few people still alive after what the government put us through, would end the way we know it.

And who did that plan depend on? The boy who, just a few days ago, I had wanted to run away with, and to spend the rest of my life with. The gorgeous boy with dark brown hair, and hazel eyes that usually shone with happiness. The boy who understood me, better than I understood myself. The boy I secretly loved, but would never admit that to.

The boy that now was marching me towards the wrong door, with the barrel of his gun pointed directly at my temple, and his eyes filled with insurmountable rage.

The boy that now was marching me towards the wrong door, with the barrel of his gun pointed directly at my temple, and his eyes filled with insurmountable rage

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Hey! This was the official prologue for this story, Frozen Flames!

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Hey! This was the official prologue for this story, Frozen Flames!

What did you guys think?

What do you think is happening?

What do you think the government did to them?

Why do you think the boy she is talking about is pressing a gun to her head?

I am so excited to continue to write! I hope all of you enjoy this story!♡

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