[ WP ] An excerpt from the most cliché young adult novel

Lilac Sun Icesipid ran through the woods, her long ponytail whipping her back. She had to wear it this way, or it might get in the way of the things she had to do to support her family on this barren stretch of desert. Taking out her silver knife, personalized with flower carvings of her favorite flowers, she began to harvest the wheatplant blossoms. She had to hurry. Her younger sister, Sunflower Moon, needed them. Lilac cut the flowers and began to run back to her house. She was never tired of running. Never. Sprinting through the desert with her beautiful face borne high, she thought of Maxim, one of the 16 boys she regularly flirted with. She was n't dating him, but she thought he might be the one. Or maybe Andrew, or Jaxxon, or Ricky, or Hawk. They all had perfect rippling abs, but Lilac was not to be distracted from her task. 
 
 Suddenly, the Government Force helicopters rose from the sand in the distance, their blades whipping blooms of dust around their metallic bodies. Lilac was n't scared. She was special. She would show the stupid Government Force who was an individual. Dancing majestically towards the giant machines, Lilac delicately threw her tiny dagger so perfectly that it took out every single helicopter operator. Smiling a wily smile, Lilac continued running towards her special personalized tree house. Maybe after Sunflower got the medicine, she would take a slow scene with Hawk.
