Pitch: When sixteen-year-old Clementine wins an escape from the Surface slums and poisonous moon, she learns the boy she loves but left behind will suffer a fate worse than death if she can't save him.
First 150 Words:
Today is the day I have to prove I deserve to stay alive.
I stand in the dirt beside the fence that separates my shack from the street, watching the last of the moon slip away in the sky. My grip tightens on the hem of my dress line, and my knuckles whiten. My mind flits between thinking too many things and thinking nothing at all.
Children head down the road. I wonder if they stayed awake all night, like I did. I wonder where Logan is and how a “few extra hours” of work for “ill attitude,” as our overseer put it, turned into twelve. He should be here already.
I bite my lip and stare at each minuscule shard of wood in the fence.
Speed up, I urge time. Then, Slow down.
My fingers squeeze the slab so hard they burn.
I snap my head up.
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