I love The Hunger Games, and books set in the future, so I decided to try something out in that sort of area.

It's about a girl (called Kate), who has lived all her life inside one building. Years ago, an unknown disease spread throughout Britain, and so hundreds of survivors have been hiding in 'Safe Colonies'. This is the story of a girl desperate for freedom.

Sorry if it's terrible-it's my first movella!


8. Routine

Rule 7: It is too dangerous to go outside. Sensors will alert the Government once the Wilds are deemed safe.

So that was how we met, Alec and I. It soon became a regular meeting, routine even: every Wednesday Alec and I would go to his 'office' and he would show me how everything worked, as well as continuing to send out the signal. Yes, technically I broke the law once a week, but I didn't care. Or, at least, I preferred to be in Alec's company, than be a good, law-abiding citizen.

We had been doing this for a few weeks now, and it became clear that Alec was quite cautious and guarded, rarely letting anyone see what he was really feeling. Whether or not this had anything to do with his father's death I didn't know, but sometimes I managed to coax a smile, or even a laugh out of him.

However, we still hadn't figured out how to increase the radius. "Damn this thing!" Alec had shouted, banging the desk in frustration. "The distress signal just refuses to move!"

"Ditress signal?" I asked, unexplicably amused by the phrase. "So we're in distress?" I bit back a laugh.

Alec glared at me. "Woah, if looks could kill..." I said. Alec still glared, but his eyes smiled.

"You will be in distress if you don't shut up," he growled.

"Oh, I am so sorry my lord," I said sarcastically, giving an extragavant bow. Finally, Alec burst out laughing, and son we were doubled over in hysterics.

"What are you smiling at?" Max's voice jolted me back to the present. I was sitting in the canteen with my brother beside me. Mum had already gone off on her chores.

"You, little monster," I teased, ruffling Max's bright curls. I have to say, I'm kinda glad I didn't get Mum's red hair - I was sure it would be hell to comb through, compared to my jet black, straight hair.

Max pulled a grotesque monster face, making me laugh. As I did, I scanned the room for Alec. Huh, strange. he wasn't here. It was Tuesday, so it wasn't like he would miss our meeting, but still...

Snapping out of my reverie, I turned to Max. "Come on, let's go see Grandma Libby."


I liked Tuesdays. Two reasons: one, as children we got the afternoon off (and afternoons off meant Grandma Libby); and two, it was the day before I got to see Alec. After all, life was so boring round here, Alec had become one of the most exciting things in my life. That was what I told myself why I enjoyed seeing Alec so much, anyway...

We stopped outside Grandma Libby's apartment. As always, I knocked 3 times on the pristine door. Everything in the SaBu was sparkling clean. It was like the whole of the Government had OCD or something...

Grandma Libby opened the door, and I got a whiff of roses and soap. "Hello dears. Come in. come in." She let the door swing wide and hobbled off down to the kitchen. i shut the door, whilst max ran off to play with the toys sitting by the fireplace.

"Grandma, have you been skipping your pills again?" I asked reproachfully, watching her limp.

"Don't tell your mother," was her only response. I had to smile; she was always so stubborn. Grandma Libby got out her lilac kettle and started making tea. I collapsed onto a chair with a flower-patterned cushion. "Hard day, love?" Grandma asked. I made a noise that sounded rather like 'hmmmph'. It had been a hard day - double geography we had to get in groups and of course no one wanted to go with me, the girl whose father was a lunatic. So I was stuck with Susan Jones. Not that I minded - Susan was quiet, like me and we got along just fine. She told me she was an orphan, which made me feel positively lucky.

"Here you go, Kate," Grandma set a mug of tea in front of me. I picked it up and sipped, warming both my hands and insides. Somehow it always felt cold in the SaBU. Once, there had been seasons, or so I heard. But whatever they were, they did nothing to affect us. I watched my grandma drink her tea; took in her wrinkled face and soft grey curls. Her sparkling blue eyes, same as my mum's, were gazing dreamily into the distance.

"What was it like, outside?" I asked curiously. Grandma Libby was one of the few remaining people who had been alive when the disease spread. When they first started putting people into the SaBus. She set her mug down on the old wooden table, and looked me in the eye. there was a long moment of silence, so long I thought she hadn't heard me. Then:

"It was beautiful." Her eyes glazed over, remembering happier times. "The birds would sing and long green grass would blow in the breeze. The sun would shine down on everything, giving it a warm glow. And the sky, oh the sky - as blue as my eyes on a summers' day. And there were towering trees and dainty flowers. In the autumn the trees turned the colour of fire, and leaves littered the ground. The winter would bring snow, coating everything so it was a dazzling white, so pure. Even in the cities, with the grey buildings and bustling streets, the sunset would take your breath away. the world was magnificent."

I listened, enthralled by her description. It was hard to imagine a place as beautiful as her words had painted, stuck inside these white, dull buildings. I waited for more, but Grandma Libby was back in the present, a darker look on her withered face.

"But now of course, I have no idea what it is like. Heavens, the Diseased could have destroyed it all. It may be a wasteland," she said bitterly.

I sipped my tea, unsure of what to say. In the silence, we both watched Max play happily with his toys. It saddened me to think that my sweet brother would never have the chance to see true beauty, that he may never breathe fresh air.

"I want to go out there." I was surprised at the conviction in my voice, yet this was what had been eating at me all these years. "I want to feel the wind against my skin, to actually see the snow and rain and sky and sun!" I looked Grandma Libby straight in the eye as I said "I want to be free."

If I had said this to my mother, she would be shushing me, afraid that someone might overhear and the tell on us. Grandma Libby, however, just smiled as though she was proud of me.

"Never give up, Skye my dear," she said. Skye was my middle name, one I preferred, and one Grandma liked to call me.

"There is always hope."

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