Time, the thing that we love or something that we despise, and in my case I horribly despise it for reasons that are unknown to most of my followers. But two the jail known as my mind these reasons circle my mind day and night through haunting dreams and peoples faces. These reason's have become ever too familiar to me from the horrific deaths of my parents, to my friends kidnapping and through the haunting dreams of my sister being torched. Time, the thing that we love or something that we despise, and in my case, time is my prison.
Through my 16 years of life living on the poor and disgusting island known as Hercea my increasing love for starships has doubled due to my parents.
When I was young my parents would sometime scrape up some money to go out to the local junkyard and fit enough pieces of spaceship together and put me in the cockpit, for hours I would pretend to be flying through the vast expanse of space with my sister as my trusty sidekick and we would go on crazy adventures around the universe and never look back to our horrible and dictated planet.
That was when I was 11, being a boy, 11 and poor on this planet meant you had a certain amount of duties given to you by our government, the main one being scraping poop for the rich peoples animals. That duty stopped at age 13 then for a extrusating 3 years you had to manual labor down in the sewers, and that is just for the boys the girls are forced with men, nit by their families but by the government and the girls have no say against it. This stuff hardly left enough time to have fun as a kid or spend time with people you love.
Also when you grow up on this planet it is very common to hear about bombs going off from different terrorist groups or even the government. But once when I was 15 I was about to change shifts and go home when a bomb had gone off from above my head and for a couple moments I knew that this was going to be my last moments here but the strangest thing was is that something started to glow in the dark tunnel and as giant chunks of concrete rained from the ceiling *BOOM*. It sounded like a bomb but coming from inside me and the next thing I knew I was across the island and on top of one of the biggest buildings in the capital Naer, and that was just the beginning of my crazy experiences of disappearing and appearing across the island I lived on.
One time I was close to my sixteenth birthday and I was walking along of one of the main streets of my town when another explosion went of into a building next to me and I went flying into the air and right before I could hit the ground I was in front of my house.
And now being sixteen I'm a two years away from some form of freedom, the freedom to leave the island. This island is one of the bigger islands on this planet but I want go visit the tropics of Calcuto and the major city of Magar and most of all other planets such as the beautiful planet of Ibaox, or the heavily populated planet of Grycas. But I know this will never happen, I will be stuck on this planet because of the color of my eyes and the color of my hair, I can't leave because I'm different.