The Donors

Displaced

As she entered the crowded market, Sophie realized that being inconspicuous would not work.
It was raining; the light but damping drizzle had made all the Lunarians activate their impermeable protective covering, which looked like a fleshy membrane and seemed to materialize on their bodies as soon as it started to pour.
Sophie did not have any of that, and the more she stayed in the rain with her clothes getting progressively soaked, the more she stuck out.

Years she had passed since she left the city with her mother.
No, since her mother escaped Lunaria, pregnant with her little brother.

She made sure that escape was the word because, as beautiful as Lunaria was, this place was not safe

However, Nostalgia hit after she saw children about her age playing in the flower field park she had taken for granted as a child.
She never at that age could have imagined where she lives now.

Before trying to infiltrate the city, she had let Jacob and some of the boys    dress her.

She tried telling them that they took way too much inspiration from the pre-Ex era movies they were constantly watching.

They had no idea how Lunarians dressed. All they knew of Lunaria was the lab from which they came.

Pre-ex movies were from a long-gone era—an era dominated by the likes of them.
The way women dressed in those movies was very primitive, uncomfortable, and unsustainable.

She realized that it really didn't matter if they had followed her instructions or not. The world she left, even at 8, was far more sophisticated than what the Donnors believed or what she remembered—all this progress in 10 years.

She tried to explain her childhood to the donors, how she lacked for nothing, how happy Lunaria was, and how, if they wanted, they could maybe make peace with Lunarians and join Lunaria society. That last part was probably not true, but sometimes, part of her vivid imagination took over, and she imagined a new Era where donors like the ones who raised her could rejoin society. But she knew Lunaria wouldn't allow such a travesty.
This time, more privately, she also thought that she didn't know if the donors had the ability to be well rehabilitated.

She saw firsthand things she had up until the age of 8 and only heard rumors about the violence and the weird looks they started to give her when she turned twelve, maybe even younger. She felt that she always had to walk around with Jacob because, deep down, she knew she wasn't safe in the donor camp alone.

The donors only knew of the world from their days in the lab and the wilderness. What they knew of the past was from counterfeit Pre-ex movies and videos depicting a world long gone.
They swore up and down day and night that that world was better!
The world ruled by men.

Though Sophie could argue that point, she knew better not to; Lunaria wasn't perfect; if it were, Donors wouldn't exist.