Exile

Prologue

I'm almost 18. It happens in 2 months.

I have two months to figure out what will happen to me. That's not a lot of time.

I need more time.

If I had more time I could figure it out. I'm desperate now. Everybody that's gone to exile has never returned. At least they never tried.

That can't be good.

Here, if you don't have a mate by the age of 18 you get sent to exile. It helps to keep the human race alive ever since the accident. 

Nobody really knows how the first accident happened but they do know what it was. It was a solar flare that destroyed almost all of Earth's population. It destroyed the trees, the forests, left the cities in ruin, and melted the ice caps causing a mass flood. The flare was massive enough to knock the moon off its orbit and now our planet is in chaos. Between all the different types of storms that happen now, the thunderstorms, the snowstorms, sandstorms, hurricanes, tornadoes, and the earthquakes. Life on Mars was almost confirmed. Then a second flare hit. If we had had just two more months it would've been perfected. I could've been saved from almost certain death.  

And now I have two months.