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[center]You know that feeling, when you’re drifting off to sleep and you suddenly feel like you’re falling? You finally feel relaxed and your brain is starting to shut down, and then you’re falling through the air and your heart jumps in your chest and your brain snaps back into consciousness? That’s what it felt like to Lena, once they burst through the atmosphere in the shuttle that The Council had packed the delinquents into, only this time, there was no waking up and no snapping out of it, only the ground growing closer and closer by the second. Catching her breath was hard, staying in her place was hard; her seat belts dug into her shoulders as she pressure pushed her out of her seat. She gripped the bottom of her chair, her nails digging into the leather, and squeezed her eyes shut. 

Lena never felt the impact, she passed out before that, but she felt the aftermath. Somehow, she had ended up out of her seat – the door had blown open as they sped towards Earth, dragging people from their seats and out of the door. At first, she was confused. This brown stuff beneath her fingers was unfamiliar. She ground her fingers together, rubbing the stuff between it, before her mind finally cleared and she remembered…dirt. Mud. The stuff they grew the plants in, in the greenhouses on The Continent. Lena had never seen it, but she’d been told about it. Her eyes were trying to focus in this new, natural light and she rolled onto her back, looking at the sky.

Beside her, chaos reigned – people were screaming in terror, crying, shouting. Lena just needed a moment. The air was better than anything she had ever tasted – so fresh and real, not recycled and stuffy. The sun blinked down at her through the canopy of trees, winking at her. She smiled, and it fell from her face as soon as it appeared. She pushed herself into a sitting position and looked around, taking in the most horrific sight she had ever seen. 

Not a foot away from her lay the boy who’d been sitting beside her on the shuttle – he hadn’t been as lucky as Lena. The impact of the landing had thrown him from the shuttle too, and his head had hit a rock. Lena had to look away to keep from retching at the sight of his brain splattered across the ground. She pushed herself to her feet, her exposed legs scraped up and bloody, and slowly tried to get her bearings as she looked around the wreckage, wondering if the people up on The Continent knew what a disaster their landing would be.
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