I have looked down at the Earth my entire life, watching through the glass walls of the Skyway, believing that I didn’t belong there. My Guardian Ezamerele tells me that I would not survive on Earth, and the Skyway is the best place for me. I think that Ezamerele is wrong, despite the fact that she wasn’t born on the Skyway, that she was brought here from Earth. Eza is only my Guardian, she is not who I am, she only knows what I show to her. I know-have known-that I belong on Earth, and I need to find out how to get there.
I first figured out that I needed the dirt beneath my feet when Ezamerele took to the greenhouse Unit. 673 was one of the smallest Units, but it was jam-packed with activity. Vegetable-growers were running back and forth between each station. Eza took me to see the soil pit.
“ Take off your socks and shoes.” She said as she took of hers and stepped into the mess. I’ll admit that I was skeptical at first, I mean, I was a Skyway native, I had never seen dirt, let alone touched it. I was doubtful, but I followed suit and found that it was warm, despite the constant chill in all the Units. It was soft, and it moved from in between my toes as nothing had before. In my mind I knew that I wanted to be able to work as a soil-mixer almost immediately as my feet touched the brown delight.
“Ezamerele, why isn’t dirt everywhere in the Skyway? It’s amazing.” She looked at me, with those soft caramel eyes of hers meeting mine.
“Iyra. The Skyway is man-made. Dirt doesn’t belong here, it belongs on Earth. The only reason dirt is up here is because you need dirt to grow things. If you knew the way food tastes when it comes directly from the Core, this synthetic stuff would give way to the real food.” Synthetic? We g...
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... to Ezamerele, I was the one to stand by her side, even though I was only 6 at the time. “ If you ever want to see me, look up at the sky, you see those lights?” She nods. “ Look up there and wave. I’ll be right there, waving back, okay?” I say as the car pulls up so I can get in.
“Bye Landa!” I say as the car pulls away from my sister. She waves at me, very fast. I wave back at her, just as fast. “ Good luck here, Yolanda. You’ll need it for mother is getting old now.” I whisper to myself, hoping the words will reach her ears. I wish that she will grow up loving where she comes from. They don’t usually let three from the same family to the Skyway, even if they are good at what they need them to do. Yolanda is the only thing that would ever keep me here, but even she can’t stop me from going to where I belong. Ezamerele, here I come, my Sister.
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