6. Chapter 6
I start flying back to Earth, but I randomly fall from about twenty feet. I tumble through the sand and scrape my arm on a rock.
"Stupid drugs," I mutter, and brush myself off. I decide to wait for the lingering effects to wear off before I try to fly back.
I make camp under a little overhang in the downhill slope of sand. It looks like it might collapse any minute, but it provides protection from the three brutal suns. I sit under it and wait.
After a little bit I start to yawn. I didn't sleep well last night. Was it last night? Probably . . . except battles like these don't just last several hours. They usually last several days. I frown. Clean-up ships don't come out 'til at least a day after fighting has died out.
I really hate Zane.
I decide I will be fine flying now, and take off for Earth.
I go first to my house, where Jonah is pacing the living room. I walk in and smile at him. Jonah's sharp blue eyes softened in relief. I think about hugging him, but it isn't exactly a joyful occasion.
"You were gone almost a week," he says. "What happened?"
"I . . . I'm not really sure. But I know Zane drugged me and kept me captive. For a week, apparently. I don't remember much of it."
"Earth lost without their leader."
"I know." There's a long silence.
"You should let the people of Earth know you're alive and well." I nod and go to see the presidents. When I look back I see that Jonah is watching me leave.
I turn away before glancing at what he was staring at:
There is a long scrape on my forearm.