Once Upon A Thread

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Ever since I can remember I've been alone. Orphan from birth is what people call me. Im not intelligent or overly attractive. Only 5'2 with plain pin straight brown hair. No one see anything extraordinary when looking into my plain brown eye's.

My skin is paler then paper, a classic sign of being a bottom feeder. Tomarrow I officially age out of the orphanage program. It's really not much of a loss.

I don't sleep their but in a abdoned boarded up building. Hiding all the items I managed to collect over the last 18 years. Mainly consisting of tattered up clothes and a few pairs of thrifted shoes.

Being apart of the program meant they were required to at least feed me. Now im going to stuck probably stealing. With my luck ill get stabbed on my first attempt.

Sighing to myself the familiar rattle of the space port. Shakes the dingy building im hiding in. I ignore the soft sound of the ceilings slowing crumbling. Probably why this place has no othere bums inside it.

The suns setting faster then it ever has before. It seems like the harder I try to hold on to time the faster it slips through my fingers. I close my eyes while laying on my make shift bed.

Maybe the ceiling will cave in while I'm sleeping. For once I won't wake up hungry. Dead but untouched by pain.
Surviving has been a goal of mine since being told school was for people of value.

How can I be of value if I never learn how to? I guess you have to be born with. With no education no one will hire me. I couldn't even sell my body if I wanted to.

The red light district has the market cornered. Why pay for bones and skin when you can get a robot that won't complain. Or a alien from space with ridiculously low prices.

Reality can never give me a break, always sitting itself heavy on top of my chest. Even while being tugged into unconscious. Im still hyper aware of all my problems.

I wake up to cement dust being sprinkled on my face. Like a loyal alarm clock. The rattling of the neighboring space port wakes me up. Bright and early its official.

I'm completely homeless with no source of food. I can't let myself count the abandoned building as home. It's only a matter of time tell im buried alive.

Sighing to myself I pushing myself up. Making myself go outside to sit on the side of the building. Looking out at the dead farm crops at the edge of town.
I like watching the air crafts travel back and forth.

The luxury aircraft are cool to see, huge flying hotels. I over heard some one call them before. Jealousy over takes me as I watch a shiny purple air craft lands in the space port.

People make it seem like such a common thing to go travel space. To them space is just another resort. To the aliens earth is just another source of income. Staring at the air craft is not going to get me fed.

Neither is going to a homeless shelter. I scooped thoses out already. It's alarming to see all the men but never women. Everytime I went to watch from afar I never seen one female.

Which can only means one very bad thing. Somthing bad enough that im not willing to risk it. The beginning cramps of hunger start to set in. Turning my jealousy into anger.

Watching a silver air craft take off into the air. Iv never wish so hard in my life to trade places with a object before.

Why can't that be me?

My eyes slide back down to the pretty purple air craft and a voice rings in my head.

Why can't that be you?

Before I know it im gathering my book bag with all my belongings. With full intention to.......do what?

I obviously can't offord a ticket, I don't even know where any of them are going. It could be a waste of time and I could still get caught. Staring ahead I wonder if this was always going to be my only option.

With no place on Earth to go to. No one to depend on. Let alone anyone looking for my presence. It would be easy to disappear. Before I know it my feet are moving. The space port is simple.

Facing my abdoned building is where the space crafts land to take off again. On the other side is space crafts that need fuel and maintenance. Making my way over the dead fields. Faster then I can process over my increasing heart beat.

Before I know it im behind the purple air craft. Looking for a hatch for luggage.

" Hey Paul! I'm ready when you are."

I hear a man yell out and then another reply.

"Gotcha will be in the air in 3 minutes, space in 5."

My fingers frantically rub of the rear of the space crafts. Instead of finding a latch my fingers run over a bump. Activating the back hatch to open up.

A robotic voice speaks loudly.

" Back Hatch Open."
I see all the suit cases and bags and jump inside with out a second thought. Trying my best to blurry myself underneath it all.

"Damn it Paul! I thought you closed the hatch."

I hear the man bitch the guy name Paul out. His foot steps approaching me fast, I freeze like scared deer. He slams the hatch closed then walks back to his seat up front. Im so scared im afraid to even think. Scared they may hear my thoughts over the rumbling of the space crafts engine.

I peak out just as the space craft starts to light up. Shock shakes me seeing the fire come out of the back propellers. If I didn't get lucky and find the button I would have been Bar-B-Q.

Eventually the fire and smoke clears from my small back window. Clear blue sky fills my vision before the darkness of space takes over. My jaw drops as the stars become the only source of light.

I don't dare let myself feel a tinge of hope. Just because I made it out to space dosent mean im free yet. Yawning I stretch out thinking I can take a nap while I wait.

So I find a comfortable position and sleep. I dream of a new planet with a sky that never darkens. It's day time all the time and everyone is happy. I enjoying my pretend world tell a jab to my stomach wakes me up.