Rixa

Ariella Newbern thinks that she is a normal girl, until one day, on her way to school everything changes.

She is a Rixa.

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2. Two

 Prologue

It is the year 2364.

America has been split into two countries.

Two rival groups fight for the right to both lands.

They are The Falcons and The Eagles.

And they are at War.

 

Chapter 1

I stand on the precipice; my toes graze the edge and I am a moment away from falling. But I am not scared. My heart is pounding in my ears and my breath burns in my lungs, the cold wind whips my skin until it stings and I am about to fall. I should be afraid; but I am not. I never am. I know this dream so well that when I am pushed hard from behind, I am almost not surprised. Almost. I bite back a scream as my stomach drops, the floor rushes up to meet me and just as I think I am going to die; I wake up.

That’s how it goes every time I have the dream. I stand, I am pushed, I fall, I wake. And I am never scared. But as I wake now, morning light gleaming in my eyes, I don’t let the dream bother me. Because today is an important day; it is the day of my 17th birthday. This day, a year ago, was the first time I approached Alex Headly, the leader of The Falcons, shamelessly begging him to allow me into his group. He turned me away of course; saying that I was far too young and far too emotionally unstable for him to permit it. The ‘being too young’ part on account of my being a barely-16 year old with no previous training, and the ‘emotionally unstable’ part on account of my parent’s brutal murder that very morning.

At least I know that this year they will be able to say neither. I am a whole year older now, and though that doesn’t sound like much, it is. And though it seems like just yesterday that it happened, it has been decades since my parents’ death, and I am years older. Because nothing forces you to grow up quite like your parents being dead.

As I stumble out of bed and pull on a pair of plain, grey trousers, I begin to hear the muffled sounds of my best friend, Jenna, and the rest of the house, waking up. As soon as my parents’ death became known I was offered a bed at the local orphanage; but of course Jenna’s no-nonsense, mother-hen mom wouldn’t allow it. I have been living here ever since.

 In the next room I can hear the beginnings of the daily ‘I-want-the-bathroom-first’ quarrel between the two boys. The distant sound of their squabbling makes me smile; it is almost like being part of a family again. But that, I never will be. To me, I will never be anything more than a guest here, even if I was to stay all my life. Of course both Jenna, and her mom, has made it perfectly clear that they do not believe that to be true, but it hasn’t swayed me nonetheless. They don’t understand, I can never really be at home in a place that isn’t entirely my own. And the only placed that was truly mine was ruined for me, by the images of my mother’s blood, splattered all over the walls.

That is just another plus of joining The Falcons; you get your own room, all to yourself.  

 

 

 

Is that what you think this is? Some petty revenge of a child? Cause im not a child! I haven’t been a child since my parents died!

It doesn’t matter what my parents wanted for me jenna because in case you’d forgotten, their dead!

 

 Prologue

It is the year 2364.

America has been split into two countries.

Two rival groups fight for the right to both lands.

They are The Falcons and The Eagles.

And they are at War.

 

Chapter 1

I stand on the precipice; my toes graze the edge and I am a moment away from falling. But I am not scared. My heart is pounding in my ears and my breath burns in my lungs, the cold wind whips my skin until it stings and I am about to fall. I should be afraid; but I am not. I never am. I know this dream so well that when I am pushed hard from behind, I am almost not surprised. Almost. I bite back a scream as my stomach drops, the floor rushes up to meet me and just as I think I am going to die; I wake up.

That’s how it goes every time I have the dream. I stand, I am pushed, I fall, I wake. And I am never scared. But as I wake now, morning light gleaming in my eyes, I don’t let the dream bother me. Because today is an important day; it is the day of my 17th birthday. This day, a year ago, was the first time I approached Alex Headly, the leader of The Falcons, shamelessly begging him to allow me into his group. He turned me away of course; saying that I was far too young and far too emotionally unstable for him to permit it. The ‘being too young’ part on account of my being a barely-16 year old with no previous training, and the ‘emotionally unstable’ part on account of my parent’s brutal murder that very morning.

At least I know that this year they will be able to say neither. I am a whole year older now, and though that doesn’t sound like much, it is. And though it seems like just yesterday that it happened, it has been decades since my parents’ death, and I am years older. Because nothing forces you to grow up quite like your parents being dead.

As I stumble out of bed and pull on a pair of plain, grey trousers, I begin to hear the muffled sounds of my best friend, Jenna, and the rest of the house, waking up. As soon as my parents’ death became known I was offered a bed at the local orphanage; but of course Jenna’s no-nonsense, mother-hen mom wouldn’t allow it. I have been living here ever since.

 In the next room I can hear the beginnings of the daily ‘I-want-the-bathroom-first’ quarrel between the two boys. The distant sound of their squabbling makes me smile; it is almost like being part of a family again. But that, I never will be. To me, I will never be anything more than a guest here, even if I was to stay all my life. Of course both Jenna, and her mom, has made it perfectly clear that they do not believe that to be true, but it hasn’t swayed me nonetheless. They don’t understand, I can never really be at home in a place that isn’t entirely my own. And the only placed that was truly mine was ruined for me, by the images of my mother’s blood, splattered all over the walls.

That is just another plus of joining The Falcons; you get your own room, all to yourself.  

 

 

 

Is that what you think this is? Some petty revenge of a child? Cause im not a child! I haven’t been a child since my parents died!

It doesn’t matter what my parents wanted for me jenna because in case you’d forgotten, their dead!

 

 Prologue

It is the year 2364.

America has been split into two countries.

Two rival groups fight for the right to both lands.

They are The Falcons and The Eagles.

And they are at War.

 

Chapter 1

I stand on the precipice; my toes graze the edge and I am a moment away from falling. But I am not scared. My heart is pounding in my ears and my breath burns in my lungs, the cold wind whips my skin until it stings and I am about to fall. I should be afraid; but I am not. I never am. I know this dream so well that when I am pushed hard from behind, I am almost not surprised. Almost. I bite back a scream as my stomach drops, the floor rushes up to meet me and just as I think I am going to die; I wake up.

That’s how it goes every time I have the dream. I stand, I am pushed, I fall, I wake. And I am never scared. But as I wake now, morning light gleaming in my eyes, I don’t let the dream bother me. Because today is an important day; it is the day of my 17th birthday. This day, a year ago, was the first time I approached Alex Headly, the leader of The Falcons, shamelessly begging him to allow me into his group. He turned me away of course; saying that I was far too young and far too emotionally unstable for him to permit it. The ‘being too young’ part on account of my being a barely-16 year old with no previous training, and the ‘emotionally unstable’ part on account of my parent’s brutal murder that very morning.

At least I know that this year they will be able to say neither. I am a whole year older now, and though that doesn’t sound like much, it is. And though it seems like just yesterday that it happened, it has been decades since my parents’ death, and I am years older. Because nothing forces you to grow up quite like your parents being dead.

As I stumble out of bed and pull on a pair of plain, grey trousers, I begin to hear the muffled sounds of my best friend, Jenna, and the rest of the house, waking up. As soon as my parents’ death became known I was offered a bed at the local orphanage; but of course Jenna’s no-nonsense, mother-hen mom wouldn’t allow it. I have been living here ever since.

 In the next room I can hear the beginnings of the daily ‘I-want-the-bathroom-first’ quarrel between the two boys. The distant sound of their squabbling makes me smile; it is almost like being part of a family again. But that, I never will be. To me, I will never be anything more than a guest here, even if I was to stay all my life. Of course both Jenna, and her mom, has made it perfectly clear that they do not believe that to be true, but it hasn’t swayed me nonetheless. They don’t understand, I can never really be at home in a place that isn’t entirely my own. And the only placed that was truly mine was ruined for me, by the images of my mother’s blood, splattered all over the walls.

That is just another plus of joining The Falcons; you get your own room, all to yourself.  

 

 

 

Is that what you think this is? Some petty revenge of a child? Cause im not a child! I haven’t been a child since my parents died!

It doesn’t matter what my parents wanted for me jenna because in case you’d forgotten, their dead!

 

 Prologue

It is the year 2364.

America has been split into two countries.

Two rival groups fight for the right to both lands.

They are The Falcons and The Eagles.

And they are at War.

 

Chapter 1

I stand on the precipice; my toes graze the edge and I am a moment away from falling. But I am not scared. My heart is pounding in my ears and my breath burns in my lungs, the cold wind whips my skin until it stings and I am about to fall. I should be afraid; but I am not. I never am. I know this dream so well that when I am pushed hard from behind, I am almost not surprised. Almost. I bite back a scream as my stomach drops, the floor rushes up to meet me and just as I think I am going to die; I wake up.

That’s how it goes every time I have the dream. I stand, I am pushed, I fall, I wake. And I am never scared. But as I wake now, morning light gleaming in my eyes, I don’t let the dream bother me. Because today is an important day; it is the day of my 17th birthday. This day, a year ago, was the first time I approached Alex Headly, the leader of The Falcons, shamelessly begging him to allow me into his group. He turned me away of course; saying that I was far too young and far too emotionally unstable for him to permit it. The ‘being too young’ part on account of my being a barely-16 year old with no previous training, and the ‘emotionally unstable’ part on account of my parent’s brutal murder that very morning.

At least I know that this year they will be able to say neither. I am a whole year older now, and though that doesn’t sound like much, it is. And though it seems like just yesterday that it happened, it has been decades since my parents’ death, and I am years older. Because nothing forces you to grow up quite like your parents being dead.

As I stumble out of bed and pull on a pair of plain, grey trousers, I begin to hear the muffled sounds of my best friend, Jenna, and the rest of the house, waking up. As soon as my parents’ death became known I was offered a bed at the local orphanage; but of course Jenna’s no-nonsense, mother-hen mom wouldn’t allow it. I have been living here ever since.

 In the next room I can hear the beginnings of the daily ‘I-want-the-bathroom-first’ quarrel between the two boys. The distant sound of their squabbling makes me smile; it is almost like being part of a family again. But that, I never will be. To me, I will never be anything more than a guest here, even if I was to stay all my life. Of course both Jenna, and her mom, has made it perfectly clear that they do not believe that to be true, but it hasn’t swayed me nonetheless. They don’t understand, I can never really be at home in a place that isn’t entirely my own. And the only placed that was truly mine was ruined for me, by the images of my mother’s blood, splattered all over the walls.

That is just another plus of joining The Falcons; you get your own room, all to yourself.  

 

 

 

Is that what you think this is? Some petty revenge of a child? Cause im not a child! I haven’t been a child since my parents died!

It doesn’t matter what my parents wanted for me jenna because in case you’d forgotten, their dead!

 

 Prologue

It is the year 2364.

America has been split into two countries.

Two rival groups fight for the right to both lands.

They are The Falcons and The Eagles.

And they are at War.

 

Chapter 1

I stand on the precipice; my toes graze the edge and I am a moment away from falling. But I am not scared. My heart is pounding in my ears and my breath burns in my lungs, the cold wind whips my skin until it stings and I am about to fall. I should be afraid; but I am not. I never am. I know this dream so well that when I am pushed hard from behind, I am almost not surprised. Almost. I bite back a scream as my stomach drops, the floor rushes up to meet me and just as I think I am going to die; I wake up.

That’s how it goes every time I have the dream. I stand, I am pushed, I fall, I wake. And I am never scared. But as I wake now, morning light gleaming in my eyes, I don’t let the dream bother me. Because today is an important day; it is the day of my 17th birthday. This day, a year ago, was the first time I approached Alex Headly, the leader of The Falcons, shamelessly begging him to allow me into his group. He turned me away of course; saying that I was far too young and far too emotionally unstable for him to permit it. The ‘being too young’ part on account of my being a barely-16 year old with no previous training, and the ‘emotionally unstable’ part on account of my parent’s brutal murder that very morning.

At least I know that this year they will be able to say neither. I am a whole year older now, and though that doesn’t sound like much, it is. And though it seems like just yesterday that it happened, it has been decades since my parents’ death, and I am years older. Because nothing forces you to grow up quite like your parents being dead.

As I stumble out of bed and pull on a pair of plain, grey trousers, I begin to hear the muffled sounds of my best friend, Jenna, and the rest of the house, waking up. As soon as my parents’ death became known I was offered a bed at the local orphanage; but of course Jenna’s no-nonsense, mother-hen mom wouldn’t allow it. I have been living here ever since.

 In the next room I can hear the beginnings of the daily ‘I-want-the-bathroom-first’ quarrel between the two boys. The distant sound of their squabbling makes me smile; it is almost like being part of a family again. But that, I never will be. To me, I will never be anything more than a guest here, even if I was to stay all my life. Of course both Jenna, and her mom, has made it perfectly clear that they do not believe that to be true, but it hasn’t swayed me nonetheless. They don’t understand, I can never really be at home in a place that isn’t entirely my own. And the only placed that was truly mine was ruined for me, by the images of my mother’s blood, splattered all over the walls.

That is just another plus of joining The Falcons; you get your own room, all to yourself.  

 

 

 

Is that what you think this is? Some petty revenge of a child? Cause im not a child! I haven’t been a child since my parents died!

It doesn’t matter what my parents wanted for me jenna because in case you’d forgotten, their dead!

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