Heather Torrez
Her room was quiet, her entire body ached from where she was handcuffed on the floor, in the corner, to her bed. This was where they put her when she wasn't allowed out of her sky box. They didn't trust that she would stay put, that she would open the her door and escape. Far from being too dangerous. Just too un-containable.
Heather stared at her ceiling, there was a window there, a window looking out into the starry sky, the sky where her mother was.
There was a pounding at her door and then two guards came in.
"Prisoner 418, you're coming with us."
"What are you doing here?" She asked, Heather wasn't really one to demand, but questions were her way of communicating a lot of times.
"Un-cuff her," one guard said. The other obeyed, they weren't saying anything.
"It's not time for a meal," Heather reminded the two. They still ignored her. The guard that unlocked her handcuffs held one of her arms securely behind her back and the other one out.
"What are you doing?" her voice became a little louder, "I'm fifteen!"
"Hold her still." The guard's grip tightened till her bones started to hurt. Heather squirmed even more, but couldn't break out free. The guard who was barking orders had a single cuff in his hand.
"What is that?"
No response.
"I asked you a question, the polite thing to do would be to respond. What is that?" The guard shoved it on her exposed wrist and Heather felt needles sink into her skin. Immediately when the single cuff was on, they handcuffed her wrists together in front of her.
"Take her away."
"Away? Away where? I'm fifteen, I've got three years!" The guard locked his arm through her behind her back and pushed her forward. Heather tried to resist, but there was only so much she could do. When she was outside she looked around. Every single person of the 100 teenagers who were under 18 but convicted of a crime, was being taken out of their cells. Heather was at a loss of words, no, that's wrong, it was the opposite. There were so many questions in head, so many possibilities as to what was happening that crowding her thoughts that she couldn't voice anything. So she remained silent as the guard pushed her down the line towards the mysterious end point.
The end point was a space ship, Heather silently watched as all the other prisoners were being strapped in then herself harshly being thrown in a seat in the middle and strapped in. They left her handcuffs on and walked away.