As the heartbreak and the danger goes deeper, Henry, Charlotte and Jasper work to fight crime in Dystopia unaware that the true evil lies closer to home than they knew. Henry and Charlotte struggle to accept their growing feelings towards one anothe...
OK, I take it back, this school and that bridge are the least Dystopian places.
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"OK, Char, how can an outstanding place like this offer the worst education system in the world." Jasper asked.
"Well, this MAY be the most prestigious school but it still offers a terrible education and grading system. The weird part is that last month when I researched Dystopia, I saw nothing to do with Steven Moore," Char replied.
We walked into the reception hall and a pretty receptionist acquainted us.
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"Hi there, take it from your face, you're not a Dystopian and you're new," she said warmly.
"Yeah, we are not Dystopians and we are new," I said, leaning onto the receptionist's desk and giving her my most winning smile.
"Oh!" she said in a tone of realization. "You must be one of the three exchange students from America. The Grand Chancellor has told me things all about you and I say I was excited to meet you all, but now we have some American students here. I'll call you one right now."she took her landline and spoke in Dystopian to the recipient at the other end.
"She's on her way."
"It's a 'she' actually. Well, how many female American students go to this school?" Charlotte asked.
Why was Charlotte asking that? Was she checking if there was any competition or something?
"Two actually, and one American boy if you're interested," the receptionist answered her cheekily.
An American boy? Huh, that was interesting.
"We'll just wait over there," I said pointing towards the seats placed across the room. Many Dystopian boys and girls were quickly scurrying with backpacks, quick to get to class. When we were out of earshot, I whispered to Charlotte.
"Why d'you ask that?"
"Because if there are any American girls here, then who knows, maybe we can start investigating them to see if it involved them in the attack on you,"
