The thoughts wandered in Loah's head, what had they done to deserve things like this? Why were some people evil? Just like on earth, she thought and remembered the Syrian war on the other side of the ocean, also other wars in the past. All started by horrible people.
One thought had hit her, what if they escaped. They could live together, she and Moran and his mother. She sneaked up to Moran who sat and ate his lunch.
"Don't you think this suck?" She said and tried to sound grown-up. He turned to her with a wondering face.
"What do you mean?" He didn't understand the word 'suck', obviously.
"This place, this dictator and his rules. They suck." She tried again, with a sterile voice.
"What's your point? What does suck mean?"
"They're bad." Loah got a little annoyed by his uncleaverness mind.
"Sure it does, but it's not like we have a choice."
"Says? Why don't we just run away from this place, build our own." Moran looked confusing on her, never even considered the thought.
"What if we die? There's no protection out there." He said with worry in his voice.
"We'll die if we stay here." Loah looked at the food Moran ate, some lettuce and a thin sauce. "We starve already."
"I don't know..." Moran continued but stopped when he saw Loah's angry face.
No one really knew what needed to be done, that's why Loah and Moran took the opportunity to just walk around and if they were lucky maybe find food. Sometimes their animals, Loah's fat pig and Moran's flawless unicorn, begged for them to sit on their backs and fly to another island. Suddenly they were miles away from the campus. Or the small town. But they just kept walking.
Their walks had become more regular as they just wanted to escape from reality. What seemed to be reality at least. You couldn't be sure since the trees had started to grow bigger and the flowers had gone aggressive. The people had died because of the purple and yellow flowers. A death nobody wanted to die. But the question was if the reality was something you wanted to live.
"Let's pick some flowers, make a bouquet." Loah said to Moran, who once again was a living question mark.
Loah bent down and started to take some flowers, she picked the most beautiful ones. The colours were mixed and at a first sight, it seemed to be a piece of art but later you realised it wasn't
Sorry for not updating but my ideas have disappeared and I've written other stories instead. I don't know how this will continue so I've decided to end it.
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Science FictionShe woke up, something was strange. Really strange. But she didn't know what to do. She feared this weirdness, but that was the only thing she knew.
