The Lost And The Wicked

Chapter 1

Hey, guys.

 I uploaded a picture of the spaceship Mandy is traveling on. It's a sketch. 

DEDICATION- I don't know if anyone knows this, but I have a B.A in History. I have studied a LOT of history. It is a phenomanal subject. In my studies I have read a lot about wars, and have learned about the great sacrifices our veterans have rendered. 

So I dedicate this to the veterans of our great nation. To those who are still with us, to the ones who have left us.

Thanks for your sevice.

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CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

“Hey, Mandy. What are you doing here again?” asks Angelica as she trudges into the engine room. Like always, Kylie is beside her. “It’s so gray and boring in this part of the ship.”

My sisters, with their identical shoulder-length brunette hair and large blue eyes, can almost pass as twins. Except for the fact that Kylie is seven and Angelica is nine. They’re both small for their age though. It must be a side-effect of the spaceship food they’ve been eating for most of their lives. If dry packaged rations with flavors like banana chicken, grapefruit beef, and papaya squid can pass as food.

“Yes, whatcha doing?” asks Kylie.

“It’s not whatcha, it’s what are.” I push the plug in place. “And if you must know, I’m fixing the power converter. It went out last night and has been causing blackouts throughout the deck.”

Angelica grimaces. “Do it later.”

“Why would I do that? Besides, you know how Captain Glau gets when work doesn’t get done.”

“Why do you always call Mom Captain Glau?” Angelica asks with a frown.

I remain silent as I pretend to go back to work.

“So what are you princesses up to?” I ask, hoping to change the subject.

“Walking around,” responds Angelica. She’s the more talkative of the two. There’s always an unfinished sentence in her mouth. Kylie, on the other hand, is much more reserved. I’m sure it has something to do with her slight stutter. “We were playing hide and seek with those Hyatt girls, but that got boring fast. There’s nowhere to hide in this ship. We’ve been evvvverywhere.”

I believe it too. E.A. Driftwood has been our home for the past six years. It’s just a little over one hundred and fifty feet long and has three different levels. The princesses (That’s my nickname for them) have spent every day of those six years running up and down the ship. I am sure there is no corner of it that they are unfamiliar with.

“We’re here because mommy sent us on a very extremelily important mission,” struggles Kylie.

I’m about to correct her pronunciation, but she flashes me that cute grin of hers. Darn, I can be such a softie of a big sister sometimes. “Oh, is that so? What is this extremelily important mission the captain has sent you on?” From time to time the captain will send the princesses on “important missions.”
            Kylie continues. “Mom said she wants to see you at the bridge…Actually she wants to see all of us.”

“Why didn’t the captain simply tell me this over the personal communicator?”

Angelica shrugs. “Don’t know.”