Sol Sisters

Everyone always talks about the magical place called Earth. No one here knows what its actually like but we constantly tell stories about it. I think people just do it for hope. Everyone seems to have lost it so they try anything they can. Living here is torture. Crius is corrupt and no one can do anything about it. The Dictator, or The Whore as everyone calls him behind his back, has no regards for anyone's safety, health, or feelings, and he always has a knew girl at his side hence the nickname. Every single person in the government is wrapped around his finger and manipulated. And all the citizens are along for the ride.

Each day was the same. I woke up, got ready and headed out to school. At school we were bombarded with a shitload of work and when we completed it we got no praise. Even if I got everything correct I was told to move on and work harder. But at least it was better than getting hit if you got anything wrong. After school I go to work. Straight there and if I don't, there's consequences, ones that I don't like to think about. Teenagers at the age of sixteen and higher have to go to work. I'm seventeen so that includes me. at work there's no pay. They say that we have to do because it helps the government and society but we all know they just want free labor. Not that we can fight against it. Once someone did and that story is forever told to people who want to refuse to work to scare them off. They all say that she was incompetent and couldn't stand being told what to do but I know the real reason. She was my mom.

When my mom was pregnant with me she was abused. The Whore picked her as one of his conquests and when she said no because she was in love with my dad he hit her. Once she found out she was pregnant she knew she had to do something about it. The next day at work she ran off during the dinner break, which was only ten minutes, and tried to get past the security put in place to keep people in. My dad was one of guards, that's how they met, and he got her past so they could both run away. Of course they were caught as no one has gotten away with anything. There are always people watching whether it is through cameras or in the shadows. After they got caught my father was brutally murdered in front of my mom as a punishment. My mom when into a state of depression, refusing to eat, drink, and sleep. They forced food inside her mouth and sedated her for sleep. The only reason they cared about her was because she was carrying me. They couldn't give up the chance to have another being born into society forced to do their every bidding. Once I was born she was killed. I was taken into childcare which was torture, well still is since I haven't gotten out yet. We are let out once we turn eighteen. I will be eighteen in three months and I can't wait. I'm not sure if the conditions will be much better but I will be happy to at least get away from the awful people here.

Currently I am at work doing whatever I am told to do. Mindlessly I sit at the desk waiting for people to come and ask me questions about where to live, what they will be doing here, how to fill out papers, etc. We get a suspicious amount of people coming to live on our planet. We are never told the reason why. I'm sure because whatever the reason is will probably cause a panic of some sort. The Whore hates panic. While I wait I ponder what the best way to get out of this place is. Ever since I was young, and heard the stories of Earth, I was determined to be the first to escape. My whole entire life has been filled with thoughts of how to break this, get around that, or sneak past there. I haven't gotten a chance to try anything though. My only friend, Castor, says its because I'm scared but its usually because someone else tried for me and got caught or I find a better way to to it, something less risky. "Stop."

"Stop what?" I ask Castor. He works with me which I am very thankful for. He makes work less torturous.

"I know what your thinking." Shit. He knows me too well.

"I will get something to work eventually." I tell him. I've already come up with a new idea that I want to try before someone else for once.

"Keep telling yourself that." I give him my best glare and turn away, focusing back on imagining my scheme. I know for a fact the best time to escape is early morning. The middle of the night is set up with thousands of night guards because they think that is when everyone will try to escape. During curfew is possibly the worst because there is even more surveillance, including drones, guards, and bots, to get people inside their buildings and their lights off. Same thing with wake up. In the daytime there's way too many people plus school and work which you can't be late for, even by a millisecond, without being punished or killed. Early morning is the time when most guards are extremely tired and it is before they switch shifts. It is still quite dark which is helpful for cover. What I've just deducted is that if I can knock out a guard or find one sleeping I can get their uniform and pretend to be a guard during the shift change. If I can blend in well enough then I might be able to get to the cargo bay where they hold supplies and ships. I could go to the docking bay where they get all the refugees but its usually quite busy there no matter what time of day. I guess whatever it is that's making them leave doesn't give them a break.

"Hey!" I am pulled from my thoughts and realize that I've been ignoring someone.

"I am so sorry what did you need?"

"I have this form to fill out about leaving to go back to my planet because of my species life support. If we don't get it then our entire population will die."

I quickly take note of the word 'leaving'.

"Yes, may I take a look at the form?" I ask. They hand me the form and I skim it. It looks like this fellow wasn't lying. There is a ship leaving in two days heading towards the planet Amber. On it will be a crew of the inhabitants from Amber that took refuge here, to get their life support which appears as some sort of liquid.

"OK, so it seems like you just need to sign here and there is a list of things advised for you to do as preparation. Once you read that and sign it I will take it from you, hand it in, and you will be all set."

"Thank you ma'am."

They move away to one of our waiting chairs and sit down. I watch and survey their appearance. They have horns but I don't know if that is a cross-breeding thing, a species thing, or a genetics thing. I notice that their fingers are webbed and their skin is green but fades to a darker forest green towards the ends of limbs. This person has shoes on so I can't see their feet but I imagine they are also webbed. I wonder if I could somehow forge my own papers to go on this expedition and create a disguise to pass as one of these creatures. I could hijack the the ship they use and set a course for Earth. Then once we get there I would sneak off before they have time to notice. Wait. The people from that planet would probably notice in a instant that its not theirs. Maybe If I could somehow get my hands on sleeping gas-

"Miss!"

"Oh! My apologies... again. Have you completed the papers?" I blush profusely, wanting to go crawl into a hole from awkwardness.

"Yes."

"Alright, I will take them from you and turn them in and you should get more information about the trip later today."

"Perfect, thank you."

"Anytime."

I should really focus more on my job. I peer over at Castor and he gives me a smirk so I know he just saw me embarrass myself. I turn away and blush once more then hear his faint laugh. Turning back I mouth the words 'fuck you' to him. He looks taken aback but I know hes just playing. Even if I might have failed at my job I still got one step closer to getting out of this shit hole. This plan may work. I might say that about every plan I have but this time I'm serious. This is also the one time there's a deadline. If I don't figure out what to do by the time the ship leaves, this opportunity will fall right through my fingers. After getting through the painful rest of work it is finally time to go home. I get one hour of peace before curfew. I mostly use it for planning. Most people say that is a waste of time, that I or anyone else will never get off of this wretched planet. But like I mentioned earlier, they all lack hope. That is the one thing I have.