A hundred ships suddenly appeared around the half-dead planet. It must've been a cool sight to see, but seeing that I was in one of those spaceships, I honestly had no clue.

The planet, on the other hand, no one had a clue about. We'd been watching it from Earth for about two thousand years and knew that there was no visible or even plausible life sustained on it. But, recently, all of that changed. Water was seen trickling from a barren cliff, and there, a tiny animal of some sort. And so, NASA sent a whole crap ton of us to go inhabit this new planet.

It was an orange and red planet for the most part, with not much to look at from afar. But, after spending heaven knows how long in cryo-sleep with only my weird dreams to keep me busy, I was very glad to be looking at some weird, mars-looking planet.

Technically, I was somewhere around one hundred and six years old (or something like that. I don't care to do the actual math). I was sixteen when NASA shoved about twenty thousand occupants onto one hundred ships and pushed us off to some unknown planet. Obviously, we all signed waivers so we can't sue. Not to mention we were now living galaxies away from Earth (well played, NASA). And finally, after "hibernating" for ninety something years, they finally woke us up to take a look at our new planet. I was so exhausted.

"Thinking about the friends you left behind?" Asked Uncle Ferdinand, coming up on my right.

That was not at all what I was thinking but I wasn't going to tell him that. So, instead, I sighed depressedly and answered, "Yeah. I really miss them."

Uncle Ferdinand's features softened as he looked at me and I felt a spike of guilt. But I also felt a deep pang in my chest because the thing was, I didn't have any friends to miss in the first place. But I also didn't like lying to my uncle. At the same time, I also didn't want him to know that I was one lonely, and frankly introverted, soul.

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"I'm sorry, C," he said, rubbing me on the back.

Uncle Ferdinand was my only known and/or living relative. I was born the day Terrorists attacked the Arizona hospitals again, taking the lives of both my parents. At first, I was taken in by a few random families but I was apparently too much trouble. So the Western American States government tried their hardest to find any living relatives of mine which brought me into the custody of Ferdinand. He wasn't the greatest father figure or adult even, but he was a great uncle. Like the one that never gets married and just likes to have fun.

A few times, he's tried to get all deep with me and it just made both of us awkward. So instead, he just usually has fun with me. I'm grateful for that, but I do wish I had real parents.

Probably seeing that I actually wasn't too sad, or at least just being the kind of guy that wanted everyone to be happy, Uncle Ferdinand said, "Hey, at least this means that all your bullies are dead and will never bother you again!"

I shot him a horrified look. "That's so cruel!"

"What?" He asked, indignant. "It's true! They've probably all died by now because it took us ages to get here. And, even if they were somehow alive, they're in a whole other galaxy. Look at the bright side, Cecelia."

I shook my head and laughed at him, to which he grinned widely.

He was a slightly overweight man who was only eleven years older than me. He had dark brown hair and a small mustache that he'd shaved the moment after hibernation. He had bushy eyebrows and nearly all black eyes with small dimples on either cheek.

I had ashy brown hair that went to my shoulder blades and regular brown eyes. I was also the same sight as my eccentric uncle. A whopping 5'4''.

"Lunch will be served in the cafeteria from 11:31 to 12:11," The captain of the ship said over the intercom.

My stomach growled loudly and my uncle laughed at me. "Wanna go eat?" He asked and I nodded enthusiastically.

Together, we headed to Heaven (the cafeteria). There were around two hundred other people with us on the ship, all milling around towards the cafeteria where we all hoped to eat some amazing food. Anything was better than having stuff put down your throat in a tube or put into your veins also using a tube.

And that's when I got stabbed. So, yeah. Lots of fun. Heaven indeed.