Hello. (It's me)
Okay, so welcome to chapter 2! I'm surprised you made it this far. I'm gonna keep this short and sweet. The song that I chose was "A Light on the Hill" by Margot and the Nuclear So and So's, if you go through and read the lyrics, they're pretty self-explanatory
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Let me off the bus; I'm tired and sore and
should probably change clothes
And the circuits are blown
My woman is cold
Our children are stoned and worthless
All waiting for you to tell them the truth. The
truth is a line, that you'll never use
~ A Light On The Hill, Margot and the Nuclear So and So's
"Monty?" I whispered suddenly
What the hell was going on?
His head whipped around furiously
"Ophelia?" He asked softly, and we made an intense eye-contact for several long, thoughtful seconds. What the hell was going on? At an instant, the guards came and held us down, strapping us to our seats. Some of us panicked, which I could understand. We didn't know what they were doing to us. It struck me then that this wasn't the floating ceremony. The thought hit Monty like a semi-truck at full speed.
"We're on a drop ship," he whispered, turning to the guy next to him, who I only mutually knew through Monty. What was his name again? I had always just called him 'goggles' on the down-low. Jay? Jordan? What was it?
"My name's Jasper," he said to me, reaching his arm over Monty so he could shake my hand.
"Ophelia." I said to him quietly, shaking his hand... And then I remembered him.
"You were the one that stole my damn plants!" I yelled at him. Though there was humor in it, I was still a little butt-hurt over it. Jasper chuckled at me softly.
"That's me. Famous herb thief," he said to me, still chuckling a bit.
We didn't exchange many words after that, until a thought struck me.
Are we going to be able to survive this drop?
Monty and I both looked at each other, "this thing is a hundred years old, and we don't know if they've made any reparations to it at all." He said to me, worriedly
"They wouldn't just send us down here knowing that we'd be brutally killed... Right?" I asked
God, I hoped I was right.
"No... I don't think so... Especially since it would cause riots upstairs." He said, referring to the Ark.
I looked at the band on my wrist, and the small numbers that would flash across it periodically.
"Do you know what these mean?" I asked anyone who was willing to listen.
"They're your vitals." A blonde girl, about four seats over, told me... Perhaps a little too quickly. Did she know something that we didn't?
Then came the spacewalker, taking advantage of the zero gravity to have a little fun.
"Sit down!" The blonde girl yelled at him.
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