The New Age

Gotta leave/leaving/gone

I live on the worst place in the universe. I live on the wonderful and beautiful escape for humans while Earth is just, you know, TEMPORARILY BECOMING RE-LIVABLE AFTER POLLUTION WIPED EVERYTHING OUT. I know, I know, I should be happy that I am blessed enough that my great, great, great grandma was one of the few lucky 1,000 to survive from the 12 billion strong population. No, I am not happy nor am I blessed. Okay it's complicated but we humans and our wonderful ways of life took its tool on the earth. Let's say climate change was worse than expected and billions of people died in the first few hours after the polar ice caps melted. Yeah, it was that bad. My grandma and a lucky other 1,000 people were the only ones able to escape. Yep, we left EVERYONE else alone, stranded, on that miserable dying planet. Now the only problem is this planet, Mars, is dying too. Yay, human civilization rules! Not. We can pollute anything we touch! #Goals right?! Well we aren't ruining Mars, their solution to save the lucky 1,000 or as I call the death escapers was to build a network of chambers that had oxygen in them. It was the city of oxygen and life. But now we are kinda running out of oxygen and the city is now the city of dying oxygen. But we have a solution 132 of us are going to Earth. It's been 254 years and now we believe, err, we hope that Earth is sustainable enough for us to live on it. My parents, my friends, and my adorable boyfriend are going to be on the death ship! Long story short, after 15 years of building, yep exactly my age, the ship is ready and we are going to leave. The problem is the Mars Government. They need us to stay on Mars and try to have babies (ew right?) that might adapt to the wonderfully amazingly deadly environment outside of this wonderful city of dying oxygen. What they don't realize, is that everyone on Mars is either an alcoholic or a depressed beyond compare person. So no one would even consider having babiess with them! But hey! They wouldn't care anyways. They are too wrapped up in their own airtight and seemingly never endless with oxygen chambers. But they do care, they know that we can't seem to reproduce since the last baby, whatever her name was, I think Olive? I don't know. Anyways they seemed to have noticed and have started sending us out, stealing us out of our chambers and drugging us up with chemicals then sending us outside to the harsh environment to see if we can handle it. In the beginning it was the worst of the worst people. The most out of control alcoholics, druggies, and even criminals. Oh wait take it back a bit. You might be wondering how on earth did we get drugs and alcohol? Well long story short our fifth plane we were shipping out that was supposed to be filled with oxygen, enough to supply the city for another 80 years was the wrong ship. Two alcoholics and drug lovers who were going on the ship threw out the oxygen and replaced it with all the drugs and alcohol in the world. So yay. We have an unlimited supply! Now back on to the subject of the disappearances. The problem is that now, now they have been taking good innocent people. I didn't realize how bad it was until they took my friends brother. Who knew how long it would be until they got to me or anyone I loved. So we are leaving tomorrow. I think I'm going to crap my pants. I'm going to sleep now, in the morning I'll be on the death ship and in a few hours on Earth.

"Astrid. Wake. Up!" My mom tells me. I groan and slip on my clothes. I take a quick peak in the mirror. I'm wearing an army green jacket, combat boots, ripped up blue jeans, and a plain black shirt. I have an okay face I guess, I have a small nose, small lips, pretty (?) electric blue eyes and long brown hair. I don't really care what I look like so I'm okay. Me and my parents are slowly walking to the chamber and people are joining us until we are a full blown large parade of rebels. Then something unexpected happens. There are guards patrolling one hallway before we reach the wonderful secret chamber that holds the death ship. My parents, the leader of us step forward to talk to them. My mom hands me a note before she goes and says "When we talk run to the chamber and have Miguel set everything up. Don't look back, just keep running." My parents are talking and I barely hear their voices, just the echoes as they bounce off the walls. Then I hear the gun shot and my moms scream. "NOOOO MOM!! EVERYONE RUN" I screech. I hear more and more gun shots. Me and Miguel run to the pit the second we reach the chamber. We burst out of the chamber with all the people who survived in the ship. The second we pass the atmosphere I pass out. I wake up and see that we are 235 Mars-Min (4 Hours) away from Earth. I walk down stairs and see tears everywhere. I can't tell whether it's tears of happiness or sadness. Then the "Leaders" step up and start to call role. They are former officials that were asked to come to bring order to the ship and in exchange they would be the leaders and wouldn't be abducted. I daze off during the roll call and I only refocus on life when they are saying the number of survivors. We went from 133 - weird, I thought it was 132 - to 111. I stand up and open my mouth to speak. I say, "We've made it guys. Sure there have been losses along the way but they died fighting for what they believed in. Maybe right now our lost love ones are getting hospital care and will live a long and healthy life. And who knows, maybe when we touch down on this new life, this old planet, Earth we could all die. It's risky and that what makes it exciting. Now let's eat come ice cream cake!"

Everyone laughs and smiles and mingles with each other while Kalllie gets the ice cream cake out. My friends bounce over to me. My best best friend Taylor Lukas pats me on the back and says, "Your speech was kinda dark in the beginning and I was like I love it but then you made it sappy and nasty, ew ice cream cake who likes that." I laugh. She has short jet black hair, with plain brown eyes. She is wearing a black hoodie with a plain white shirt, long black boots and black jeans. She's a child of darkness basically. Then came my bubbly happy friend Lorelei Scott, she is never not smiling. She hops up and down and says, "Ice cream cake! I love ice, I love ice cream!" She smiles and hug tackles me. She has long blonde hair, and blue eyes, identical to mine. She is wearing a blue jacket, a neon pink tank top, ripped blue jeans, and sparkly boots. She's a happy child. Then came Samantha Miller, my oldest friend. She hugs me and says, "Sorry for your loss babe. Amazing speech. Can't wait for that ice cream cake." She winks and I give her a huge hug, I love her so much she gets me. She has bright orange hair that she hates, she always tries to dye it, with pretty hazel eyes. She is wearing a loose light blue shirt, a black hoodie, and white jeans that are ripped. Her shoes are, no shock here, her favorite ankle high boots that are light brown with slight heels. She's the child of chill. Next comes my good friend, Katie Taylor. She's very annoying and we just put up with her. She says, "Congrats! That was wonderful." I smiled at her. She has long black hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a tie dye black and blue shirt with white pants and a black jacket. Then there was Bea Smith, I don't think I've loved anyone as much as I love Bea. Well, in some ways I love Taylor more, Taylor's my spirit animal. But Bea, God I love her so much. Our eyes catch, her gorgeous piercing green eyes stare straight in to my soul, I look away, then look back. She looks at me, turns her head and then nods. She smiles and says, "Spilt. When you stop being such a downer I have some cake waiting for us to eat." She smiles and I look at her, spilt is our word for do you need me, and the answer for nah bish is banana. I hug her and say, "I hope it's BANANA flavored." She covers her smile with her hand. She has blonde hair dyed with brown streaks, it's always been like that and we have no idea what color is natural or if it's all natural. It's always changing length and right now it's medium length, about the same as mine. She is wearing an oversized blue sweater with holes and her jeans are black with rips. Bea is the child of life. She laughs at me and sings, "Someone wants to see you, his name starts with S!"

I turn around and I'm face to face to him, the love of my life. Sam, Sam Devile. His dreamy green eyes stare me down. His gorgeous brown hair looks flawless, as always. He is wearing a plain white shirt, blue jeans, and of course, his "male model" black boots. We make eye contact for a solid 3 minutes before either of us speak. I'm melting in his eyes. He steps toward me and whispers in my ear, "I want to do it before we land, you me in the bathroom before that cake, God lame idea to eat cake, what are we, three? Don't be so dumb Asi." My heart flutters when he says my old nickname, Asi. But who did he think he was, why was he being such a jerk. I whisper in his ear, "Oh babe. N-O." He growls and then kisses me on the cheek and walks over to Taylor. He wanders off and later Taylor wanders off too. We are landing soon. We need to prep, I reminisce of the moments before. Bea and I danced all around the ship. Lorelei occasionally joined us when Samantha and her weren't shoving cake down their faces. Samantha hurried off to the bathroom after joining us to dance for like 30 seconds. She came back and her face was white like she'd just seen a ghost. She hurried over to the ice cream cake and I hadn't seen her until we got ready to land. We hit the atmosphere, and I felt my stomach drop. I've never felt more nervous in my life. Well, unless you don't count 4 hours ago when my parents both died. Meh, nobody said life would be easy. But I didn't think it would be this hard. Suddenly, we hit the ground. People are whooping around the ship and the everyone is going crazy. Me and my friends head to the front and Michiea, the leader, opens the door. We all take a deep breath and inhale the possibly poisonous air.

The next couple hours are a blur. We find a lake right where we landed. We don't know the exact location but we know we are somewhere in the former North America in some place called Washington. Then again, nobody knows. I still can't believe we can breathe. Everyone is over that now. People are grabbing drinks from the leaders after getting their info stored. I am the last one in line, which sucks because I'm really thirsty. Some people move at the speed of snails. Then as I am waiting in line, I start to see people fall asleep. Weird, it's not the perfect time to do that. Jake interrogates me on what my name is, and once he sees that is acceptable he gives me water. Once I take a swig of water I start to feel week. My eyes grow heavy and everything is fuzzy. I am passing out, slowly but surely. Before I pass out, I see I am not the only one. Others are dropping the the ground, almost like they are dead.