Prologue year: 2013 I sit on the floor of our new apartment with my mom. Her grey eyes critque the blue walls. Same color as my room was back on Earth. I fold my knees up to my chin and gaze out into space. There's a glare from the dome across the inky blackness. "Mommy I wanna go home," I whimper as a Moonlite walks past my tenth story window on air. "Echo, you know we can't go back to Earth," she sighs wrapping her arms around me and wiping a tear from my own grey eyes. "It doesn't mean I can't want to," I say defiant. I pull a photo out of a stack. Me and Jewella standing on my porch. My dark arm slung over her pale shoulders. Freckles dot her nose. I count them. My home looms over us. White and grey with a big red door. We are both grinning even though we know we will never see each other again. Ever. I stick it in my scrapbook and label it: "Theres no mail to the Moon". When my mother isn't looking I let another tear slide down my face
Chapter one: A Swing Through the Park Part one on HSH and PIMD I'm siting on my bed, legs crossed, stroking Rally behind the ears. His white fur is vibrant against my black comforter, pillow, curtians, clothes and walls. (Thank the heavens he doesn't shed!) "Fox! Get in here.... NOW," my mom shouts from the livingroom. I pat Rally's head, our signal to be quiet. I scoop up his wiggly body and in my backpack. Carefully I secure the flap around his head. "Let's go," I whisper and run at my balcony railing, vaulting it evenly. The sensation of falling ten stories with my hair whipping around is as to flying as I get most days. A manic laugh is ripped from my lungs as I grab a tree branch. My arms jerk just a little as the limb stops my momentum. I let go, stumbling when my feet hit the sidewalk. I shake my long, red hair into place. I take my pack off and let Rally out. He yips at me, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. "Come on Ral," I call, already jaunting down the sidewalk. Rally settles pace besides me as we weave through the clamoring streets. I turn left onto a less used side street near the glass seal of the dome. I pull my bag off my shoulder and pull out my canvas and tempras. With slow strokes I paint the maze surrounding my prison.