Utopia

Chapter 2: Close Encounters

On our way to our new home, I keep dreaming of something, maybe someone.

He has burning red hair and these beautiful piercing blue eyes. He looks to be around twenty or twenty-one. His skin color is very puzzling, because it looks to be a light orange color, but not like that of a bad spray-on tan. He looks... different, like he isn't... human. I know I've never seen him before, yet I feel like I know him somehow. Like he and I were friends in a past life, maybe even more. Suddenly, darkness starts to take over the image, and I feel I am starting to regain consciousness. The image fades, but an imprint like that of the light after a camera flashes remains of it; I can see every detail clearly.
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I try to blink, my eyes feeling stuck together after about a year of sleep. A year of sleep... my birthday probably already passed, I'm twenty now, maybe.

I look around me at the white walls of the pod; the air in here is cold, a deep cold that makes me shiver. I unstrap myself from the seat and stand, but almost immediately fall to the floor. A year of not standing makes your legs weak, I suppose.

I feel like I'm walking on pins and needles as I make my way outside. Finally, I pass through the doors only to be blinded by the beauty that is my new home. I'm admiring the view when the girls block it by trapping me into an embrace. They are squeezing me so tight that they are cutting off my oxygen. Thinking fast, I pinch them both in the arm so hard that they let go of me.

"Ouch! Was that necessary?" Adri asks.

I look at them and I see that the two sisters are rubbing the area where I pinched them. A small laugh escapes my lips before I can do anything about it.

"No, not really. I'm going to go on a walk, I'll talk to you girls later," I say, excusing myself. I wave a goodbye and turn once again to take in the beauty around me.

I am surrounded by a sea of green grass that covers every patch of ground there is. Small houses are sticking out here and there, at some distance from each other. There is a small lake a few feet to my right, reflecting the image of two suns, one appearing to be smaller than the other.

Suddenly, a white fawn and its mother cross my vision, and I remember my grandparents saying a white fawn is a sign of good luck. I watch them until they dissapear behind two trees into a nearby forest. As I look closer, I notice a clearing behind the trees. The longer I look at it, the more I feel like it is calling me.

"Alejandra?" a voice says from behind me. I recognize who it belongs to and I immediately grow angry.

"Prince," I say, teeth clenched. I turn and sure enough, he is standing right behind me.

Princeton Jones, local heart-throb, a lousy cheater, and my ex-boyfriend. He's probably carrying millions of diseases because of all the girls he's slept with. I'm surprised they even let him on the ship. Sometimes, I regret ever falling for that... that thing. No. I absolutely regret ever falling for that sorry excuse for a human being. The only thing the guy really has going for him are his looks.

He is of average height, and is taller than me by an inch or two. His skin has a slight tan from a summer spent in the sun. He has these big brown eyes that match perfectly with his chestnut brown hair. The way he carries himself, with such poise and elegance, is one of the reasons people are drawn to him. His smile was one of the reasons I fell for him. It had always seemed so genuine, but like our relationship, it was a lie.

"What do you want, Prince?" I ask him.

"I just want to clear some stuff up," he responds, he tries to come closer but I hold my hand out stopping him. I only barely restrain myself from punching him in the face.