Prologue- The tithefur.

"The Greatest and the worst thieves in the USSC are the tithefurs, those who refuse to give back 1/10th of what they were given by the state. Anyone who denies the State 1/10th of what they own, including one of their 10 children, shall be put to the sword." The USSC's declaration on Crime, Section 4.

Annabelle West frowned as she checked her mail. Most of the letters were from the government, talking about how great they were, and about the yearly tithe, where a citizen had to give 1/10th of what they owned. However, they could not ask her to give her children away, until the youngest one turned 10 years old. She had 10 children, as the law decreed that, unless you are infertile, you have to have 10 children, and her youngest had turned 10 the week before. She knew this, and was not surprised when she saw the children tithing letter.

She picked it up; nervous on which child of hers she had to break the news too, which child she would have to tell to run. She did not want to keep this law; she loved her ten children to much too just give one to the state. But which one had they chosen? John? Tom? Will? Edward? Alex? Lucy? Miriam? George? Alice? Or Xavier?

She was expecting her eldest child, John, to be tithed. He was the golden boy of the family, good at sports, smart, and as good as gold. Slowly, she unopened the letter, and gasped.

"Dear Annabelle West,

We have chosen to tithe your daughter, Alex West. Please give her to us tomorrow, so that we can decide on what she should be as state property.

Thank you,

The Government of the USSC." The letter read.

Her daughter, Alex, was a genius, but rebellious, always trying to just challenge the government a tiny bit, by dying her hair, importing clothes from the North, and wearing Doc Martians, which made Annabelle prefer her over her other children.

No. Not Alex, she thought.

Just then, the door to the apartment opened, and her children who were not at university returned home, including Alex.

Alex had decided to dye her hair bubblegum pink, and she was wearing her school uniform (Gray shirt, Gray Skirt, Black shoes, gray socks) and she was about to go to her room to change into her normal clothes. However, Annabelle stopped her.

"Alex. You've been tithed." Annabelle cried.

"Oh, f..." Alex began.

"Don't use that language in my home." Annabelle scolded her child.

"Sorry, mum. I wasn't expecting to be tithed, and now I gotta go to the government and hand myself in as a tithe." Alex replied.

"No. I've told you this before. Pack your bags with everything that you need. I'll you 3000 Dens and Run. Just Run. I'll die, so that you can be free. Get to the North, you'll be safe there" Annabelle West sighed, handing over the money needed to her daughter.

"What about my siblings?" Alex asked.

"They will still have dad to look after them, and they cannot tithe people with less than 9 children at home or university, they'll be safe from government control. You just have to run." Annabelle replied slowly.

"Ok. I'll dye my hair brown before I leave, so that no one can recognise me, and I'll go." Alex cried, "Goodbye."

Annabelle watched as her daughter packed her bags, dyed her hair, and left home. How long would it take them to realise that she was a tithefur? Would Alex get to the North safely? Or would the Government get her and make her state property.

Hello peoples! New to fictionpress, and I have already written the entirity of this story and posted it online, but NO ONE IS REVIEWING THIS! :( I just want feedback on how to make this better, PLEASE, I need it!

Anyways, there are 4 Main narrators, plus a side narrator, so hope you enjoy it!

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