Aren't you scared of becoming a slave to freedom?
As a 17 year old girl whose mother abused her, Naomi has never known what freedom is, only dreamt of it. But now it's her only constant thought. For her, freedom slowly becomes a drug, something she...
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I follow the line as we're quickly assured into a large building, the cold air biting at my exposed face. It feels weird to be outside and not have a mask on or have to switch on my gravity corrector. I don't know why, but for some reason Antarctica wasn't affected during the wars. TriTerras words not mine.
The line continues to move and I follow it. I quickly look at the people around me and don't see Raphael. Before I can take another look a snowflake lands in my left eye, causing a stinging pain.
I flinch at the pain and look down as the snowflake melts in my eye and tears flow out of it due to the irritation. I'll have to look for him once we enter the building, because clearly the weather out here is against me.
I continue walking and soon we enter the large building. I step into its wide sage green hallway and feel an instant rush of warmth. Unlike the building back at the airport this one is well decorated and of course, snowflake-free. My favorite thing about this building might just be the fact that there's no snowflakes crashing into my eyes.
I let out a sigh and loosen the scarf around my neck. I thought snowflakes were supposed to be unique, beautiful and fun or does that not apply to Antarcticas’ snowflakes? I blink and the stinging suddenly gets worse. Agh, just great.
I close my left eye and look through the crowd of teenagers. After a few minutes of looking I'm unable to spot the tall, rose gold haired boy. My heart sinks a bit and a small wave of sadness flows through me. Why am I sad? It's not like he's obligated to stay with me. I just hope he's alive and not laying somewhere with bullets in his body.
A few minutes later I'm able to open my left eye and we’re packed into a single line by a handful of women wearing black pencil skirts and blazers. We are told to continue walking and so we walk through the sage hallway with guards at the rear of the line and at some middle sections of the line. We walk on for what feels like ten or so minutes.
Then suddenly the line stops, my mind is so unfocused that I gently bump into the back of the guy in front of me. I hear him groan but he doesn't do or say much else. I rub my nose lightly and out of the corner of my eye, I see one of the women wearing blazers approaching my part of the line.
She stops near us and brings her hands together, placing them in front of her. “Good evening everyone, as of now you will be entering the hall and signing in. Once you have signed in you may take a seat in the hall. Be aware that all seats are assigned according to your number. So be vigilant and sit where you are supposed to.” She says in a clipped tone.
Some of us nod our heads while the others say yes. I'm part of the former. Satisfied with our answers she turns around and begins informing another set of teenagers about what was happening.
Slowly but surely the line keeps moving. Soon it is my turn to enter the hall, and I walk through the large set of doors. Unlike the previous hall this one is much larger and has seats rising up and a small stage at the front of the room. It looks similar to the lecture halls at school but more high tech.
