"How can it be gone? How can there be nothing left? What a waste…and for what? What is the purpose of life, if it is to end like this?"
"So many lives lost, do they mean nothing? What did we do to deserve this?"
"How do you begin to talk about the pain, the anger, the destruction and the seemingly endless sadness? Everything that came with the day the world ended."
"Where do we go, how do we survive, when our mother earth…dies…."
(sigh) "wow…"
Kinta Stump looks up in awe after reading from the pages of her great grandmother's hand written diary, completely absorbed in the tales and secrets it holds. she is sitting up, in her bed, with the diary held delicately in her hands and pressed lightly agains her peaked thighs.
Her long, neatly groomed dirty blonde hair is swept to the side and flows effortfully across her shoulder. Her bedroom displays the same perfect effortlessness. Despite gleaming white walls, the absence of a window and the endless curved edges that surround her room from ceiling to floor, Kinta has managed to create a neat little haven in her little corner of the mothership where every item in it has its place and purpose. Kinta's air of effortless perfection extends inside and out, with a kind heart and natural beauty to match. Above all else, Kinta's sparkling emerald green eyes are something to behold, like the crowning jewel on a pristine jewellery box.
"Hey Kinta, are you ready to go?"
Just as Kinta's forefinger and thumb grasp the paper to turn over to the next page, Kinta turns around to find her friend Bridgett standing at the door. Bridgett’s left arm is calmly rested on the door frame and her right arm is placed on her hip.
Bridgett stands with confidance and pride in herself. She puts a lot of effort in every day to look this good so she likes to make the most of it. Bridgett's long black hair with red and orange highlights screams for attention, as does her pouty red lipstick, thick black eyeliner, knee high strap on army boots and tartin mini skirt.
Before Kinta has a chance to respond, Bridgett looks at her in shock and begins walking towards her in haste.
"Woah, is that a notebook you’ve got there? You don’t see too many of those around!"
Bridgett carelessly plonks herself down onto Kinta's bed and snatches the delicately handled diary from Kinta's hands and starts rifling through it aimlessly.
Kinta responds excitedly as she calmly and carefully reclaims the diary from Bridgett's grasp.
"It sure is! Isn’t it amazing? It’s my great grandmother’s hand written diary. Mum gave it to me on my birthday and I have only just started reading it."
Bridgett pauses for a second as she comes to realise the value in what Kinta is holding.
"Wait…did you say your great Grandmother? That must mean…"
Kinta interrupts in her excitement.
"Yes, she was part of the first fleet and the last generation to live on earth. I haven’t read much yet but so far it’s pretty powerful stuff. I can’t imagine how horrible it must have been to live through that."
Bridgett responds in a blasé manner.
"Yeah well…It beats staying on Earth and dying a horrible death!"
Kinta holds the notebook up to Bridgett’s face, encouragingly with a gleam of excitement in her eyes.
"Smell the pages Bridgett! They smell so fresh, so organic! These pages were made from trees. Real trees from Earth!"
YOU ARE READING
Mothership
Fiksi RemajaThe survival of human kind weighs heavily on the shoulders of Kinta Stump, a young woman with a confused past who was brought up on one of the many mother ships bound for planet 121, the potential new home planet for the human race after Earth was c...
