WOOOO 30 Subs!
First of all, I would like to thank ATOM1216 for being my 30th subscriber,
But I would like to thank everyone who's subbed me!

Now, I'm making a story, and I (America) need(s) You(!) to make the title!
Now for the story....

This is the story about my life.
The young girl threw the staff across the top of the stone tower.
"Catch!" She screamed to the boy.
"Thanks!" He yelled back.
He aimed a shot at a dark figure in a helmet, but suddenly, the figure's gloves lit up with an icy glow.
A dozen little shards flung across the room into the path of the boy
And if it's a story, we must start from the beginning.

"Nothing exiting ever happens around here."
"You said it Jasmine."
My name is Jonathan. Jonathan Breck. Brown hair, green eyes.
I'm what you would probably call a "normal" kid around here.
That would be if normal means being an orphan who lives on a slave planet called Keldrew*.
My family, dead. I have no idea how.
The only friend I have is a girl called Jasmine.Jasmine Taylor. Blonde hair, blue eyes.
Everyone else thinks I'm a geeky idiot.
"Hey, speaking of exiting, my birthday is in one week..."
"Wait, you didn't tell me?!" Jasmine looked more exited than on Sacrum* day."What are you gonna be doing!?"
"Hey, don't you remember?!" I lowered my voice to a whisper. "We're not allowed celebrating days as slaves!"
"Who says?" A sneaky smile appeared on her face.
"Oh no, don't even think about d-"
"Don't sweat it, I'm not thinking about breaking out of here! I'm just thinking of... maybe a little party."
"...Well, they didn't say anything about celebrating if they don't SEE us..."
A grin slid across my face aswell.
"OK, I'll think about it," I said. "But were ABSOLUTELY not breaking out of this city."
"Deal." She put out a hand towards me."
"Deal."
Little did I know, that was the worst mistake of my life.

So, there you go! Remember to think of a title for the story, and post it in the comments!

Glossary:

Keldrew* = A slave planet. Mostly sand, with little outpeaks of smooth mountains. Central city is called Lisran.

Sacrum* = A day like Christmas, the only day slaves are allowed to celebrate.