"Hi Mj!" Sanguine says, high-fiving me as she greets me.. I smile as we begin to make our way to the story centre. Here, everybody's published books are kept for the author to edit and others to read. I go over to the 'new story' section and begin registration for a new book. Sanguine picks up a random book from the shelves and begins reading it.
"The name will be : MOVELLIST Issue 3, and I want the blurb to say--" I begin, but suddenly my words are drowned out by a voice coming from above.
"ATTENTION CITIZENS, THIS IS THE MOVELLAS ADMINS. WE ARE PREPARING TO DELETE THE CITY IN FAVOUR OF A NEW SOCIAL MEDIA METROPOLIS. YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES TO EVACUATE, TIME STARTING NOW. 240 SECONDS. 239 SECONDS, 248 SECONDS..." Sanguine cast the book aside and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the story centre.
"What about our books!?" I screamed at her. She shook her head and continued running.
"Never mind them, we need to get away!" I kept up the pace and could see a swarm of people heading for the transporter that would take us to the blue city. We were almost there when another surprise hit us -- a hovercraft that definitely didn't belong to the admins showed up, shooting a grey beam directly towards us. I braced myself for whatever it was only to find that I and my friend had been transported to the hovercraft's lobby.
"Wh-where are we?" I stuttered, looking around the interior. A tall, dark woman in a red jumpsuit smirked practically maliciously at us, her blood red lipstick stretching across her paper white face.
"Why, you're in the rebel headquarters. You, MJ, have shown you're own flicker of revolution. All we need to do is crank the gas up and we'll have the perfect spokesperson for our cause. So, what do you say? Are you in?" I looked up at the slightly terrifying woman, quivering in my boots. Sanguine looked over to me, shooting me a quizzical look. I was just about to answer when I heared a 'bleep' in the distance. Now I had no choice. My city had been deleted. I nodded slowly and surely, standing up to my full height. The woman smiled warmly now, and I almost swear her lipstick went from blood red to ruby red.
"Well, well, well. Looks like we've got ourself a moveljay."