Prologue

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My name is Alyssa Jones. I have been in the Skybox for three years. I am not eighteen yet, so I am still alive, but it is only a matter of time before I get reviewed and floated. There's no hope of being released back into the Ark's population. I have four months. Four months until I die. It's a little dramatic, when I say it like that... but it's all I have. If there isn't something, or someone, to keep you sane, for me it's counting, you die anyway.

The sound of a key in the door jarred me from my thoughts and I turned around, watching as two armed men entered my cell. "Prisoner 2-8-7, face the wall."

I turned back around. This isn't the rule, but sooner rather than later, I guess. Better than waiting. "You do know I've got another four months until my birthday, right? So really, you shouldn't have. But I appreciate the effort."

They grabbed a metal cuff and I winced as they clasped it around my wrist, the sharp prongs inside of it for some unknown reason digging into my arm as it snapped shut. "Assholes! Could've warned me..." I rubbed my wrist as the guard raised an eyebrow at me. "Go float yourself," I shot at him.

"If you act like that, you'll never find out what's happening." He smirked, "And trust me, you'll want to know."

I scoffed, "And what is that?"

"You're going to the ground."

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