bluestarcinderpelt

    I shiver as I press my battered hands to the cool, broken glass. I gaze out upon my rundown city from twelve stories up. I shiver again, and pull my thread bare cloth tighter around myself. I am soaked to the bone from the steady rain that has been falling for days. I stare at the people running around below me. Most are poor, but some are soldiers dress in their white and black armor, with gleaming, silver guns at their sides. I get up and turn away from the dingey window sill I had been sitting on. My family sits on the cold stone floor of our tiny,drafty, dilapidated apartment in the poorest sector of town. The walls are gray and dirty