My name is Cristina, I am 16 years old, and this is my home.
"I'm off to the tunnels." my father said trying not to make me worried. It didn't work. "Do you have to go?" I said concerned. Not many people returned from the mines, not alive at least. "You know I have to." father said. So he finished his dull, tasteless breakfast and went to the tunnels. I sat in our little hovel wondering what the surface was like, I didn't know it it was full of beautiful forest, or dirt and rubble. That question often kept me up at night. " Oh no it's almost quarter to noon! I'll be late!" I grabbed my bag and headed off. As I arrived, class has already started. "Miss Zerro!" my teacher said looking quite annoyed. "Sorry Mrs.Baker, I ..." but before I could say anything else, Mrs.Backer interrupted,"just DON,T do it again."
I nodded and sat down. all we learned were the basics;
math,sience,geology and astronomy. ( witch I find pointless because we never see the stars)
When I got home I couldn't find my father. "Dad?" I called out repeatedly, but there was no answer.
YOU ARE READING
The Undergrounds
Teen Fiction100 years has passed since the war, many people have heard the story of the people on the space shuttle, but now, it's time to hear it from the perspective of the people below the earth.
