As we exited the tube, I realized we were in the dome. My fellow passengers and I went to the city hall to retrieve our identification cards, home assignments, job assignments, and other paperwork. As Andrew and I, among other people, entered the large building of the city hall, we found ourselves in about ten long lines. "Ugh, just another boring line I have to sit through" I thought. I wondered if it mattered what lines we were in. A woman with red hair put her hands on my shoulders and guided me to line two, with all girls ages twelve to eighteen. Twenty minutes passed by before I found myself at the front of my line. A woman behind a desk asked me for my name. "Lainey", I said. "Full name..." She said frustrated. I could tell she was tired of doing this. "Elaine Rose Spencer", I told her. She opened a drawer to her desk after scanning her finger down the labels. She pulled a black plastic accordion folder about the size of a sheet of printer paper out of the drawer she opened, and handed it to me. I stepped out of the line and down the space between my line and line one, leading to the open exit.
YOU ARE READING
The Journey To Mars
Science FictionLainey stood there, silent. She decided to go along with what was happening. She had been chosen to live. That's a good thing, right? She didn't know anyone there. Things would work out differently on Mars. You just have to accept it.
