Grounders from above

Skybox

My eyes break open as the cold air hisses through the room. I look over and see Clarke drawing on the floor of our cell. After a nuclear apocalypse that left the earth simmering in radiation the last of the human race was forced to go up into space.

It started off as many different space stations but there is now only the ark, one station forged from the many. On the ark no matter how small, the crime is punishable by death (floating) unless you are under the age of majority.

Right when Clarke had just turned 17 and I had been 17 for only a couple days we got locked up.  Clarke had always been like a sister to me. We grew up together we would watch American Football every now and then. She taught me how to play chess, which her best friend had taught her. She braided my hair when I didn't know how. She even taught me how to draw.

"Good morning" she says in a soft but exciting tone.

"Morning" I respond.

I've never been much of a morning person. I mean there was nothing to do but draw in the cell we were stuck in all day. I walk over to our bathroom area and brush my hair then my teeth.

"I'll braid your hair if you braid mine." I tell Clarke.

"Ivy I would love to braid your hair but I think I will also do my own." She said with a giggle.

I understand I've never been good at doing hair but I am practicing so hopefully I will get better. I sit in a cold steel chair. I am left in my underwear that look like shorts and a blueish green shirt.

"Put pants on first I don't want anyone to walk in here and you not be able to run and get pants." Clarke suggest.

"Good idea" I agree.

I stand up and grab my dark colored skinny jeans. I also put my bra on and go and sit back down.

We tell each other what our dreams were about and Clarke's was always the same.
Her standing in a beautiful forest, or her just on earth. I am curious about the ground but my dreams are always something like getting to see my parents again.

Me and Clarke were locked up because her father and my parents (the main engineers of the ark) had found a problem with our oxygen. It wasn't regulating the air right and at this rate we only have about 6 months left before the oxygen runs out. The only other person who knew about the oxygen problems was wells, our other best friend at the time, and Abby, Clarke's mom, so it had to have been wells who turned us into his father, our chancellor.

We were giggling about everything we could be doing if we weren't put in the sky box (what we call lock up) and she finished up my hair. I had two long deep red Dutch braids going down my back. We must have been laughing a little too loud because
some guards came to our room.

"Prisoner three one eight and prisoner three one nine, please face the wall with your left hand against the wall and you right hand straight out."

"No it's not our time we don't turn eighteen for another month!" Clarke pled with the guards.

"Hold out your right arm" they commanded while grabbing mine and Clarke's hand.

"No no we get reviewed at eighteen" I added

"Take off your watch." The guard told Clarke.

"No it was my fathers" she argued

"Take it off!" The guard demanded

Clarke started pushing down the guards and running out of the room. I followed her lead accept I wasn't as lucky. One of them tased me and it knocked me out.