The Space Bubbles

The Space Bubbles

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Everyone has a bubble. A bubble where they go when they're mad, happy, or just living their life. They may not call it a "bubble", but believe it or not they exist. Bedrooms, kitchens, classrooms, desks, libraries. My bubble on the other hand is different. It's a literal bubble, 17 000 000 kilometres in space. 50 years ago North America disappeared. Everyone though that it was World War III. After all, thousands of new technology pieces were being invented and global disputes were starting to form. The thing was, is wasn't North America that got destroyed. It was the world. Everything was crashing down -global warming, economic and political times, and land. North America thought that it would best to leave. Maybe it would create more land, peace and freedom. Maybe it would solve everything. But it didn't. Families were left behind, homes too. The government tried to make everything right. -We were still sent up into glass bubbles.
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If we stayed there any longer, we would have died. Earth was no longer our home, but instead a barren waste land from which we had to escape. Its calm blue oceans were replaced by big empty pits, and the green grass which used to cover our planet has now died, leaving all ground we tread on brown. The sun was getting too close to earth. It was going to explode soon, meaning we would have to leave. Either that, or die on what we called home. Not everyone left, not everyone was saved, but most of us are here in our new home. It's a huge space station called 'Earth Resides'. All of us who made it here, though, refer to it as our last resort. My names Mia. I've been here nine years. And I know the truth. ------------ Project Constellations

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