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I’ve got 7,000 words of this story, but I just want to know what you think of the beginning Opinions?
Thanks!
PS. It’s set in the future, and I apologize if it gets too confusing xD

“Hey.” Riley’s breath tickled my ear and his arms snaked around my waist.
I jumped back in surprise, almost knocking over a plate which Penelope had just placed down on the granite kitchen counter.
“Riley! Master will hear us!” I hissed, pulling him away from the door.
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Simmi dear.” He mocked, his eyes shining with amusement.
I grimaced. “Please don’t call me Simmi, it makes me feel like a pet.”
Penelope gestured over his shoulder for me to hurry up and get him out. I smiled back apologetically.
He grinned. “How about; oh I’m terribly sorry Lady Simmer.”
I laughed. “You better get out of here, Master’ll see us. Go on!” I pushed him out of the kitchen, closing the door quietly and wiping the sweat which had gathered on my temple.
I wasn’t afraid of Master catching us, I’d be quite glad really, mainly because I’d finally get out of here. However, I’m not sure Riley wanted the same thing.
Penelope frowned at me whilst scrubbing the plate, which had beautiful, intricate designs on.
“You’ll get caught one day, Simmer.” She warned, brushing her golden locks behind her ears.
I shrugged. “I don’t care. But right now, I’m going home.” I slipped on my dark green, winter jacket with the fur hood and pried open the back door, snow collecting on my clothes as I closed it shut. I stomped through the layer of white which I glared at with hatred as it soaked through my boots, and glanced over at Mr. Buvo’s bakery shop.
The smell of cooking bread made my mouth water, and I savoured it pleasantly as I walked past, staring in longing at the food behind the glass.
We could never afford one of them, they’re for the rich ones. Us poor folk like to call them the Money grabbers, but they don’t take money, they earn it. But I guess it’s just because we envy them.
I rounded the corner to my house, and immediately stopped. Cars as black as night were parked outside, and I noticed mother and Katy being dragged through the door.
I recognised their smart uniform, mainly because of the black rose pin stitched into them. They’re the Hedens. The people who take them whom are thought to have committed a crime, and to the leader of Abaco X.
Immediate fear bubbled up inside me, and I began sprinting up to them, my face a mask of pure horror.
“Mother!” I screamed, and they all stopped what they were doing and stared at me, Katy trying to wriggle free of their obviously tight grips.
“Run Simmer! Run!”