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1: This is for anyone out there who is in the same situation For anyone who was taken away their dreams; music; personality; spirit.; denied love; brainwashed; and turned into a zombie of the N.O. | Celia. Whit. | Kill Byron Swain. | A collection of my poems for Celia, and the troubled times the resistance group and every single kid had to go through because of the New Order.

2: Whitford Allgod. Wisteria Allgood. Our names would have sounded unfamiliar if it weren't for the posters of us all around. Before today, I thought that I hated everything in this world and nothing could get worse. But then we messed up one of our important mission.s and The One was up on the stage standing before my sister. That's right, before my sister. Wisty. My 16 year old sister, who before all of this, was just the little trouble maker in detention. Now she's known as the "resistance leader". Wanted for her Gift, our lives can't be normal anymore. She was standing on the stage, waiting to be executed. I tried screaming, but it didn't work. She was already gone. ash. I'm all alone. I cant remember what day it is. Any more than I can remember if my birthday already passed or not. But then I see a bright fire, and people are screaming. I think I felt my heart jump. She was alive. | It's kind of funny how we escaped, actually. An old woman gave us a map and told us to keep running. By the time the sun fell down, we were already....home. Well, we were at Garfunkel's anyways. | I was relieved that Wisty wasn't the one that executed... but of all the people in the world.... the greatest, most toughest person anyone could ever meet was gone. Margo. A great loss. The one who lifted everyone's spirits and made them keep going. I saw a few cry, and I wanted to too. I met Margo just a year ago- I think?- and it felt like I knew her for so much longer. But this was our job. People come and go, and we have to move on, especially in this world. Margo wouldn't want to see us like this. She would want us to keep moving. And ofcourse,

3: Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. Celia. | I love you.

4: My parents. I saw them on a billboard after our failed mission before we got to Garfunkel's.. Seeing their pictures only makes me wish they were here more. | THREE MILLION B.N. REWARD For Information Leading to the Apprehension and Arrest of BENJAMIN ALLGOOD and ELIZA ALLGOOD for Heinous Crimes Against Humanity and the New Order Text messages to "Informant2020" or visit your local N.O. Intelligence Office | This wasn't the first time I had seen their wanted pictures, but at least I know that they're not captured yet... I hope. This billboard could have been up months ago considering going through portals can put you in a whole new time zone. I only hope that they're still alive. | And then I saw Celia again. The only thing that was different this time, was that she was telling me and Wisty to turn ourselves in. The next thing I knew, Wisty was gone. She was standing right next to Celia in the big t.v. screen. Before everything went black, the last thing I remember was Wisty telling me to turn myself in too... and then my memory was wiped out from that point on. It was only so long until Wisty, me, and a few orphans we saw on the way made it to Garfunkel's. | Celia | / | /

5: Another mission today. The only difference is that we're going without Margo being the first one in, and the last one out, and this time, we won't fail . Byron- traitor- Swain helped us with this one. The one who nearly killed us with his big nose getting into everyone's faces. I still don't trust him- once your a part of the New Order, you can never detach yourself from their brainwashing. Still, I think this guy needs needs to be turned back into a weasel by Wisty. He deserves it. We're invading New Order territory like they invaded our world. They have a 'school' to discipline children who are completely normal. Byron says that that facility is far from a school and is only turning kids into robots. Who are the children now? Adults think that they can just demand certain things and control those younger than them... there's nothing wrong with us. We took a portal out of the unique-sucking building before we could be captured. | This wasn't the first time I lost my sanity because of Celia. My long lost girlfriend... living in the Shadow land. I took a portal to see her. Going through the Shadow land is extremely dangerous without a half spirit or an experienced human who knows their way around. I was trailed by the lost ones... they were after my blood. I felt no pain, but I was struggling to find the portal back. Celia, I love you, was all I managed to get out of my mouth. Saved by Wisty's hellhound, Feffer. But I don't know if I wanted to be saved... I could have been with Celia. Janine was fixing me, though. She said I was extremely damaged and needed some rest. It was my heart. My heart was definitely damaged.

6: Methought that joy and health alone could be Where I was not-and pain and sorrow here. And is it thus?-it is as I foretold, And shall be more so; for the mind recoils Upon itself, and the wrecked heart lies cold. . . . We feel benumbed, and wish to be no more | Wisty, Janine, Sasha, Emmet, and Byron left for the Stockwood Music Festival after Wisty's awesome performance at Garfunkel's. Basically, Wisty is now known as the 'Resistance Leader', and great musical artist, and the great Allgood- along with me ofcourse. The only ones at Garfunkel's right now is me and the children saved from past missions. A few 'teens' came to Garfunkel's to ask if I knew anything about the Stockwood Music Festival and where it was. These guys had long hair and were dressed in black. One of them bothered to mention that they were the 'NOPES'. They were definitely not regular teenagers. What teenager doesn't know where the biggest concert is being held at out of all of those who resist out there? When I head back upstairs, I flip open to my journal. . . . there was a short message written in my journal? GO TO YOUR SISTER. SHE NEEDS YOU. TRUST NO STRANGERS. ...Dad? Then it was gone... I struggle to look for it again... but only find a six page poem of the death of my sister? | Celia...

7: My sister was up on the stage singing with Byron. Luckily she was just done performing, and we could get out of this place... but things didn't really turn out the way I planned. Wisty brought her little crush, Eric- some guy who performed at the Stockwood Music Festival- whom of which she doesn't really even know and has met only a few hours ago. Girls fall for guys way too easily. And the guy they fall for always ends up being the one who makes every situation worse. I blame it on Eric for the police finding out where we were. After the concert, he went to Garfunkel's with us, but before we even got there, New Order sirens sounded. Everywhere I turned, a police car was there to block our way out. Eventually, we were surrounded by the New Order. Thankfully though, Wisty is a witch. She sort of sang her way into saving us- but I'm still mad at her.

8: Out- out are the lights - out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm | The One Who is The One thinks that just because he's an adult, he can control the lives of everyone younger. Because he has the power. he has the right to do anything he wants. He's wrong. | Although you hide in the ebb and flow Of the pale tide when the moon has set The people of coming days will know About the casting out of my net And how you have leaped times out of mind Over the little silver cords And think that you were hard and unkind, And blame you with many bitter words. | | | | | | | Byron saved Wisty and I with this spell. If you're ever stuck in a New Order 'School', this spell is the way to go. It's a great rush going through the toilet bowl, into the water, and out in a calm pond. It's probably the closest I've gone to with normal since my family was hunted down.

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