So, hey! This is Chapter One of the novel I'm writing, but it's sort of like the introduction. I sort of need a title, so... suggestions? Also, leave constructive criticism in the comments please!
“Claire, get up! It’s the first day of school, and you-know-who is giving a speech you-know where for you-know what, at dusk. I know you really don’t like him, but it’s our duty as citizens!” Those words don’t sound like much, but they marked the beginning of one fateful day, a day that would start protests, fights, and allegiances. Those words ring in my dreams sometimes. But now… now isn’t the time to discuss this. I am here for one purpose, and one purpose only-- to inform you about...everything. You may think this is a myth, and believe what you must, future readers. I need to record this for when the time is right. You will know when it is. It all started when a man wearing a black cloak appeared in the middle of the amphitheatre, unnoticed.