🌊Rising Tides🌊

I - BIRDS EYE VIEW

CHAPTER ONE
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Elizabeth rolled her uncomfortable shoulders, trying to adjust the heavy pack on her back as she walked through the tunnels of Sky Craft 15, in other words, her home. Her shift in the kitchen sector was starting in two minutes and if she wasn't clocked in with her key card, the alarm on her watch would go off until she was, she had learned that lesson the hard way.

She made it to the hustle and bustle of kitchen duty with twenty seconds to spare, hanging up the pack and relaxing her stiffened back as she swiped in for her shift.

Elizabeth shrugged into her chefs shirts, doing up the double buttons before slipping on a pair of slick, white gloves and heading to her section of the kitchen.

She enjoyed cooking, it had always been something she did with her dad and she had thought taking work in the kitchen where a first class sky craft inhabitant should never be, would bring her closer to him but what she did in the kitchen was nothing like the things her dad had taught her when he was alive. There was no cooking, searing or grating, no boiling, stewing or roasting, instead she joined the other middle class servants working over the conveyor belt that produced dehydrated, artificial crap that tasted as soulless as the people that made it.

With a heavy sigh that signalled her reluctance to start another days routine, Elizabeth grabbed a knife. It glistened with the over bearing, artificial lights that filled the kitchen. She stood in her allocated shift member 5 spot as the conveyer belt moved continuously in front of her.

Artificial vegetables on small trays passed her dull eyes. Mindlessly, she grabbed a tray and began cutting the pale yellow 'potatoes ', moving them to the side where another conveyer belt would whisk them away to worker number 6 who would do their task, then repeat.

She sighed in complete boredom watching the clock tick by, but even at the end of her shift, more boredom awaited her. A placid, routined life that never changed. She was lucky enough to convince her mother to let her have the job she was currently whinging about. Although thinking about her mother had her a little more grateful to be in the kitchen, it was better than being stuck at home with the entitled heiress, her nagging tone still biting her ear drums even in her mind, making her immediately tense. Lost in her thoughts, she jumped when her co-worker Hazel tapped on her shoulder from behind.

"You've forgotten your hair piece Elizabeth, you'll get our sector in trouble again and I don't do well with the isolation chambers." Her familiar, husky voice noted and she turned to face Hazel, with an apologetic smile. She hadn't meant to break the rules, she just didn't have the same ones being from first class.

"Sorry, do you mind getting it from my pack for me? I've already gloved up," Elizabeth asked, holding her hands up. Hazel nodded softly without a word and made her way to the back room with the lockers. Hazel came back with her hat and the only item Elizabeth cared about enough to get angry that someone else was holding.

"What's this book? No one bothers with books anymore," Hazel questioned, looking over the fabric hardcover with gold cursive on the front as if Elizabeth hadn't narrowed her eyes on the movement. She forgot her work and the conveyor, going over to Hazel.

"It's my fathers. It tells of his adventures," she replied quickly, her anxiety rising the longer Hazel held the book loosely in her hands.

"Oooh what kind of adventures?" Hazel remarked with a cheeky smirk and suggestive shrug. Elizabeth frowned at Hazel, letting out an impatient breath before snatching the book and hat from her.