Skylar gripped his backpack strap and bit his lip. He scanned the ship lot, looking for the ride he'd booked. People stared as they passed ; surely he wasn't really a teenager in such a place! Well, anyone who thought that had something else coming. In a few days was Skylar's seventeenth birthday. He spotted the Alliance class ship that he had booked. He took a step forward. Then, his little sister Miriah tackled him. The little twelve-year-old hung by her arms around Skylar's neck, but she weighed enough to shake him. "You can't leave!" She yelled. "Miriah! I can and I will! Now get off of me!" "No! You can't!" She yelled again, then finally jumped off of him. "Go home, Miriah." "Fine." She says. Then, he walked towards the ship again. A large group of people blocked his way, but he saw Miriah run into the ship. It closed and he saw her peek out the window. Their eyes met. He saw her scream his name as the ship rocketed away.