"Ade! Ade!" Samia called, searching for me. I could hear her pattering footsteps ascending the stairs and rushing into our room. I sat up. "Ade!" She poked her head out the old, second story window. "You shouldn't be up there Ade!" She scolded with her sweet 11 year old voice. "It's dangerous to be on the roof!"

I sat up and smiled at her as a gust of late spring wind swept through the small town of Blythe. It danced through my long brown hair, and then moved on to Samia's.

Samia always worried about me. I was always looking for an adventure which meant "trouble" to Samia, but she was also up for a good adventure.

I hated my life here at the orphanage. It's been about five years since I came here; when I was Samia's age. I was brought to this small town that was conveniently built in a small crater left by the still ongoing war. I heard that they built the town here so people had a place to hide from the war, and especially, from the Clave. All I know about the Clave is that they're bad people. Nobody talks about them.

I stood up and looked over our small, well hidden town and sighed, each building the same with white bricks, and blue metal roofs. I wish I could leave. Most of all; I wish I could be up in the clouds. To be able to touch them and feel the rush of adrenaline that I love to feel. One day I'll escape.

"Ade! Snap out of it! It's time for breakfast!" Samia called, pushing her long black hair out of her face.

I came back to reality. I was always deep in thought. Always dreaming.

My stomach growled.

I smiled and walked to the edge of the metal roof. Samia got out of the way of the old window. I grabbed the edge above the window, jumped off the edge, and swooped into our room. She smiled and ran downstairs. I followed at her heels, our bare feet pattering atop the wooden floor.

Samia won the race downstairs and fell onto her chair at the table. She was always a klutz. The other two orphans looked at her. The boy laughed while the girl appeared to giggle, no noise coming from her covered mouth.

There were only the four of us at the orphanage. Tamika, the boy, had a reputation of being bossy. He earned himself the title; prince. His red hair should be taken as a warning of his personality. The girl is Katima. She has short blond hair. She is the same age as Tamika. They are 9 years old. Katima is bossed around the most by the prince. She barely speaks. The only reason she puts up with his bossiness is because she likes him.

I sat down as Samia dusted off her green dress and joined us.

We heard a clang under the table.

"Kat!" Tamika summoned.

Kat stopped eating and looked at him. Expression: What?

"I dropped my fork." Prince smartly answered.

I rolled my eyes and looked under the table at the bent up silverware. "Seriously?" You idiot. "That's a spoon, Tamika."

"No, it's a fork."

I glared at him. "Since when are forks round?"

"Since I became prince!" He proudly exclaimed. "Now pick up that spoon and bring me a fork!" Kat obeyed.

"Oh so now it's a spoon." I smirked.

"Yea... Well... Shut up, Adelina!"

Kat gave him a fork and resumed eating.

"Wheres Ms. Tallie?" Kat's hushed voice spoke up.

"She had to take on a second job." Samia answered. "Which means we won't see her as much, anymore..."

We finished eating. The prince and his servant fled from the table and ran outside to play in the field that was our backyard.

"Of course we have to clean up after his royal highness!" I complained to Samia while starting the dishes.

She smiled and found a clean rag to dry. When we finished the dishes, we swept the floor.

"So." Samia asked. "What do you wanna do today?" She waited for a response, knowing it was bound to be filled with trouble.

"I was thinkin'..." I started. "That we could go shopping!"

Samia's eyes lit up at the sound of the adventure. We had gone "shopping" a couple of times, but our shopping was different. It required something valuable, a diversion, and running away.

I retrieved my purple satchel, put it over my shoulder, and fixed my short, light blue dress. I then pulled down my darker blue capris that I had rolled up under it. We slipped on our matching, black boots.

We told his highness that we were leaving, and left the house. We roamed our long cobblestone street that matched the bricks the houses were built out of. We followed the street straight up to the Circle.

Located in the center of town, the Circle is mainly used for trade and shops. The shops and businesses surround it while a few tents are in the middle. It is always busy with people.

I looked at the crowd of people. Samia held my hand, afraid she might get lost. I looked at all the businesses. In Blythe, you are considered an adult when you get a job. Unfortunately, you can't get a job until you're 16. The bad thing is that I've just turned 16-

"Ade, you're doing it again." Samia pointed out.

"What?"

"That look on your face. When you zone out you always cock your head." She smiled. I love to make her smile. "What are you thinking about?"

"Jobs are stupid..." I sighed. " Any day now I know that Ms. Tallie will set me up with a job..."

"That means that you will be an adult.."

I sighed. "I don't ever wanna grow up!"

"Me either!" Samia agreed.

We searched among the shops, ignoring the tents which were notorious for selling knock offs. We didn't know what we were looking for until we reached a pawn shop. We pressed our faces into the glass window, looking at the beauty behind it.

"Wow, Samia! Look at all that Claudia!" I exclaimed, looking at the glowing, blue object with my green eyes. "It looks as big as a helmet!"

"That things probably worth a fortune!" Samia commented, never taking her glowing eyes off it. She pushed her glasses closer to her matching green eyes.

"How do you think they got it?"

"Someone probably stole it and traded it for something more valuable." A voice answered from behind us.

We turned around to see a tough looking man wearing mechanics clothes. He reeked of oil. He smiled down at us.

"Why are you two girls so interested in that much Claudia? Do you own a vanship?" He questioned, curious.

My father used to fly vanships. He always said that he would take me for a ride in it when I was old enough, but he was called for duty with the army before I came of age. I had no other family to live with so I was sent to the orphanage when my hometown was attacked. I haven't heard from my dad since.

"Yes." Samia lied.

"I'm the pilot!" I proudly exclaimed, pointing at myself.

"And I'm her navigator!"

The man smiled. "Well good luck with you're flying!" He then left.

We returned our attention to the Claudia, planning our next move. We knew exactly what to do. We were going to steal it.