To the Moon and Back

EARTH: 6078, September first: Marcy

I woke up and hit my head on the pots and pans hanging from the ceiling.

"I really have to move those." I said to myself, although I've been telling myself that for days. I should probably do something before I got brain damage of something.

Stop exaggerating and get a move on, it's your turn to help prepare breakfast.

Oh ya! I've gotta move!

I shrugged on a ratty red t-shirt and some kind-of-dirty tight blue wool pants, and wrapped a green hoodie around my waist. I then unwrapped my hoodie, put on my belt and knife, then put back on the hoodie. I pulled on my combat boots and gloves, then looked in a cracked mirror that hung beside my doorway. My straight light brown hair was a wreck, but I didn't really care. I wrestled it into a ponytail, and reminded myself to shower later. I headed out of my little house, in the corner of the city that was still standing, sort of. Global warming had messed up the weather a lot, and a freak tornado, earthquake, and hurricane had attacked and wrecked most of the city all at once, or so we're told. A small corner was still standing, but there wasn't enough room for everyone, so the first people that came here (we call them Survivors because they survived after the 'Escape to the Moon') had to rebuild. The place where I live used to be an, what was the word?

Apartment building!

Right! I can never remember. It used to be the lobby of an apartment building. I headed out to the clearing in the centre of the city and helped set up the picnic tables for breakfast. My friends, Aadolf and Aaron, carried tables over. Well, Aaron helped carried a table, Aadolf carried one by himself. His name means 'strong like the wolf' in some long forgotten language, and it totally suits him. He has skin like burnt wood, he's practically bald with a stubble of brown hair, dark round eyes, and he has a square jaw. He's tall, and he has huge muscles. The skinny part of his arm is the size of my head. He wore a red shirt that exposed his arms, and baggy grey pants.
His brothers name, Aaron, means 'strong like a mountain'. As you can see their mother had a pattern going. He was adopted when he was a few days old, but his skin is dark like his adopted family's. He has long, straight, dark red hair, which he keeps in a ponytail, and dark blue eyes that always have an amused gleam to them. He's wearing a blue tshirt and black pants. He's taller than me, but he's not ripped like his brother. His muscles are slightly bigger than mine. They're pretty much my only friends, mostly because they don't think it's weird when I start a conversation with no one in particular.

"Hey." Aaron greeted me.

"Hey." I said back.

"Hey? One of the only guys who actually hangs out with you, and you just say 'hey'?"

That would be the other me, whom Aaron named Maarie, which means 'rebellious woman'. We both find that very ironic. 

"Oh, so you want me to curtsy and say 'pleased to meet you kind sir'?" I said snobbishly. Normally a remark like that wouldn't have bothered me, but after five years alone with her, she can say anything and I'll get mad.

"That's an improvement, but you really should do something about that hair."

"Shut up." I mumbled, while Aaron laughed. He seems to find my conversations with Maarie extremely amusing.

"How do you do, Lady Marcy?" he bowed, mocking me.

"Shut up!" I laughed.

He named me Marcy, since I can't remember what my name really is. Marcy means 'armed', which which was fairly accurate, since I never leave the house (or cave) without my stone knife, gloves that have metal knuckles, and metal lined boots.

"Let's go help with breakfast, the faster we get it the done, the faster we can eat."

I was guiding Aaron towards the kitchen when Aadolf joined us.

"Well, you don't need food, but the rest of us do, come on."

We headed down to the kitchen, which is inside an old bakery. Men and woman bustled around, baking, cooking, and skinning meat. I counted fifteen animal skins in all.

"I wonder who caught all those." Aaron said innocently, and 'secretly' pointing at himself.

"Please, you shot seven of those, while I shot eight." I scolded.

"Like you could shoot more then him." Maarie snorted. "Good job Aaron." she giggled.

I picked up my knife threateningly.

"Be quiet, or I'll use it."

"Whoa, put the knife down." Aaron said, suddenly serious.

"Yes, please put the knife down." Aadolf encouraged in a deep, deep voice, which startled me a lot because I've never heard him talk before.

"Please put it down." Maarie whimpered.

"Fine, but I want no more out of you." I growled at Maarie.

The cooks started working again, and I realized that everyone had stopped to look at me. I pulled on my hoodie and hid inside my hood. It had been so long since I was around people, so all the normal feelings like embarrassment were ten times worse. So I ate breakfast feeling like the biggest idiot ever. Breakfast was porridge, or 'slimy mush' as I like to call it. I felt like slimy mush, and the boys could tell.

"Hey, relax. They're just not used to, um, the two of you." Aaron soothed

"I've been here for two months, and you two already know the danger signs." I grumbled.

"Ya, about that. How did you survive without us?" Aaron asked.

"When we had an argument I'd slip into a coma for about two days before things got serious, then wake up in time to get water." I explained.

The look on their faces was so funny I snorted oat meal out of my nose, which I didn't think was possible.

"Come on, we have a lot of work to do." I laughed, and we headed out to the fields.