The Secret Rebellion
Ellie Young was given one task - to find a book listing all the names of powerful people who've gone into hiding since the Secret Rebellion took over. Her father died protecting its whereabouts, now it is Ellie's turn to finish the job and retrieve the book. If only to save her life. But finding the book is a more dangerous adventure than she ever anticipated. One that gets her swept up in the New Government's rebuilding scheme and forces her to undermine everything her father ever taught her. Her quest takes an unexpected turn, when she meets the cunning and handsome Matthew - a boy that gets Ellie caught up in a feud she desperately doesn't want to be in. With her life on the line, she must learn to navigate a destroyed city and the rules of a newly formed corrupt government, or she might just end up losing her life.
The street in which we marched was in ruins and the bodies of hundreds of terrified children shivered as they unwillingly trudged forward down the decaying road. It would have been unnerving to anyone who remained hidden in the deserted buildings above, but to me, this was just another reality check. If I was them, I'd remain hidden forever.
Only, I wasn't them. I was Ellie; the girl who'd been found and dragged into the stampede of marching children to a place no one knew of. I'd heard rumours about safe havens and city clean ups, but since the war I'd remained up in the country, so I was sceptical of such things even existing in this godforsaken world.
I had one job - get to the Snow Mine Shaft and retrieve a book. A book tagged with all the names of those who could help me. A blind father was one thing, but a blind father who knew how to protect his daughter when he was on the wrong side of the war - now that was something I'd always admired.
I scanned the street looking for anything familiar. I needed a way to escape, if they found out who I was, they'd kill me on the spot. Stupid me had been swept up in the advance three towns back, caught trying to get supplies, but most of those who walked in front and behind me were from the suburb after mine. I should've stayed up North, in the bush, but my stupid mind thought supplies, and supplies only. Screw the bush tucker.
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