"Dita, open this door right now!" My mother's voice echoed over the loud pounding on the outside of my door. "Dita? Dita!"
I chose to ignore her and continued climbing out my bedroom window and down the fire escape. I was so sick of her nagging and strict rules. I just needed to get away for a while. My feet hit the ground hard and kicked up some red dust around me as I jumped off the last rung of the ladder. I ran fast away from that house before my mother caught on to the fact that I was gone. There was a part of the planet that I loved to go to just to be alone with my thoughts. It was the part of Mars that the sun didn't reach. It was a lot colder there and no one has resided there for eons. No plant or Martian can live in that area of the Mars because it is so cold and dark. I never stay there long. Just long enough to clear my head.
As I got closer to my destination I started to think about everything my mom has been telling me lately. I know how important the high chiefs are for this planet. They enforce the laws and the peace as well as look after the planet to ensure the wildlife is not being hunted, the forests are still healthy, and the waters are not being polluted. They are always listening to the people's needs and concerns. The high chiefs have very hard jobs and they are a key element to this planet. I do not want Mars to parish like it had started to do once before. When you are a kid going to school, the most involved and important class was history and the teachers made sure you would always remember when Mars was almost made inhabitable.
It is not that I hate Mars and want it to die but I do not want to be its leader. I do not want that responsibility. I do not want to be forced to marry some guy only because he is reputable. Is it so wrong that I want to fall in love and live an adventure? There is so much of this world that I have yet to travel to. I want to meet new people and just have fun like any other Martian. I do not see what is so wrong with that.
Yet my mother says I am selfish and irresponsible. She does not understand. She does not care about my desires and dreams. She is always using the "leader" card on me to make me do what she wants. I hate that with a passion. I am scared that someday I will become like her with my kids if I take the role as high chief.
As I walked along the dark plains my mind continued to wander. I stared at the empty horizon in front of me. However, as I continued to walk the dark path, I noticed something ahead of me. It wasn't just another sand hill but it looked like some kind of fort. As I got closer I noticed it was a sort of one-man space shuttle. It was unlike any that I had ever seen before. I circled around it and tried to pear inside but what I thought were windows were dark and I so couldn't see inside. I gently grazed the surface with my fingertips. It was glass. I dragged my fingers across the entire shuttle and it was mostly made up of metal. I wondered where it came from. The thought that I should tell someone about it came to my mind. I started to walk away but a large clanking noise came from the other side of the shuttle causing me to spin back around. My heart started to race and my body froze. "Hello?" My voice caught somewhere in my throat so it sounded like a whisper. I swallowed hard. "Wh-who's there?" I said a little bit louder this time but I still couldn't get myself to move.
I took a step back when I saw a large figure emerge from the shadow of the shuttle. I gasped when I saw his features. He was a human! I had heard about humans, the people from Earth, all of my life. I have always been told that they were ugly, cruel creatures that were always out to kill and destroy everything and everyone that got in their paths. I have seen paintings of them before. They had similar structure to Martians but certain features were different. Women from Earth did not have the antennas on their foreheads that we do. We use them to communicate with our children until they are able to use their voices. I wondered how human women were able to tell what their babies wanted since they did not have this ability. Men from Earth have a lot softer facial features then men from Mars do. Their eyes are not as far back in their skull, their chins are not as pointed, and their foreheads are less prominent. All of the paintings and sculptures I have seen of Earthlings, they all look mean, huge, and scary. I would never have wanted to meet one. However, the alien standing in front of me now did not look like the paintings. Not completely anyway. He was tall but nothing like Martian men yet still, he was about a foot taller than me. He had short, thick, yellow hair on his head which is something very strange to me. Men on Mars do not have hair on their head and yet I do not remember seeing Earthlings in paintings with this strange detail when I was in school. His eyes were a very dark blue color and his lips almost like a red rose. He was very strong, I could tell. His muscles were huge and bulging against his tight, long sleeve, black shirt. I was staring at him for a while trying to figure out the emotions he was conveying. It wasn't anger. He didn't look mean at all. In fact, he almost looked...."Please, don't hurt me!" He begged and stammered back hard against the space shuttle.