Chapter Two! I will be updating once or twice a week mainly on Sunday unless something comes up and I cant.

There are many jobs one could have, some people would not work if they had the chance or say, but sadly this is a dictatorship, not a democracy.

When someone turns 15 they have to get a Job. Everything someone would need to live costs something, your food, the clothes that keep you warm, and where you live.

The only thing you don't pay for is air, that law got demolished 2 years ago when a family with the name of Diggory died because they couldn't keep up with the costs.

You don't get to choose your job either, Harry got his job because he has a fascination with the ship and knows every part of it.

There are 5 main jobs that have the most people working in them, then you have sub jobs which people with not much skill do. You have the farmers, people who work in the north section of the ship. They grow and look after the food everyone eats, they don't get paid much for what they do.

Then you have the guards, they walk around and in force the rules. Some guards use their power to force people to do things for them.
There is a training program for recruits on the 3rd floor in the north section.
The farmers complain about the loud noise but no one cares.

Menders are people who go outside and fix the ship from when it has been hit with asteroids. Lots of people want to be menders because they get to leave the ship. But sometimes someone goes missing, the rope keeping them to the ship gets severed. But no one knows about that the dictator makes sure of it.

The stock counters is a Job of the low majority. Not many people want to count things but the people who have this job might steal some food without anyone knowing

Lastly you have the mechanics, there are only a few who are picked for this specific job. They fix the inside of the ship and keep everything working, sometimes they have to create things specifically for the dictator and his men.

Harry has the very last job, he is a mechanic. One of a few mechanics out there, not many people are good with tools these days.

Harry believes he is sourly, underpaid for what he does but everyone else thinks the same thing about their job.

Harry was snapped out of his thoughts by a small child running past him, along with 3 others following behind, they had their arms out like a bird or plane.

Cracking a smile Harry remembered when he was just learning how to read. He would sneak into his cousin Dudley's room and take his discarded books from his room and read them while no one was watching. His favourite book was about a third learning how to fly.

Harry was a lonely child, he had been kept inside away from other kids his age. Forced to clean for his aunt and uncle but as soon as he turned of age he left, never looking back.

"Harry!" Turning around the green-eyed brunette was tackled by two orange blurs. Just barely standing on his two feet Harry shook off the two people who thought it was a good idea to tackle him.

"you guys don't have to tackle me everytime you see me" looking at Fred or was it George Harry didn't know.

"but we almost got you to fall down this time" they both choired together.

It has been a running competition to see who can tackle the other to the ground, so far Fred and George have been the only ones to get Harry to stumble.

"for a small person you" Fred started
"sure are hard to knock down" and George ended, both of them sighing dramatically.

The mention of his height had Harry glaring at the ground mumbling about food rations.

Two arms wrapping Harry in a hug made him forget about the jab at his height. "aren't you guys meant to be guarding the south floor?"

Fred and George both looked shocked "you remembered"
"Our schedule"
They both tightened the hug then dropped their arms.
"We are so honoured to that you remembered Harry, but at last we must go"

The dual voices gave Harry a mild headache but he didn't mind "see ya around then" waving with their whole arms Fred and George turned a corner leaving Harry in an empty hallway.

Looking around for any sign of the time, Harry felt stupid to think there would be a clock in sight, grumbling under his breath he slowly walked to his station.

As Harry entered the room, the other mechanics looked up from what they were doing "morning Harry, the guard wake you up again?"

Harry gave him a look saying what do you think "stupid of me to ask, forget it" with that said he went back to work.

Yawning at his work desk Harry pulled out a drawer and took out some pieces of metal, looking them over Harry decided, he needed a welder.

Standing up Harry got what he needed not minding the looks he got from the other people in the room.
"Do any of you have a nylon insert jam lock?"
The man who spoke to Harry when he first walked in the room stood up and walked to the other side of the room.

"Here, I got a spare from something I took apart the other day" handing the jam lock to the small teen he went back to his desk.

"thanks, Rhys," Harry said happily as he went back to welding the metal pieces together.

Time is something Harry finds hard to understand, it's not hard to believe when your only source of natural light comes from very few windows.

"kid, work hours are over" Rhys's voice took Harry from his concentration "what?" The slow reply from Harry had the older man chuckling.

"You can go home kid, I'll lock it up"

Nodding mutely Harry got up and left waving at Rhys as he passed, Harry didn't know what to do, he had a few hours before curfew.

Thinking about his friends' schedule Harry nodded to himself he decided to go to the recreational room and hopefully his friends decided to go there after work.