Christina listen to them talk and realize that they hadn’t notice her. This was great, this meant she could slip off without being seem and go to a hiding place in the agridome which she could looked up at the stars. She had several places she would hide and view the sky, depending on the seasons.<br/><br/>Those that has seem her in the dome before probably thought she was just star glazing. She had done it every night since she came to the colony,  but the truth was far from that. She went to windows to look out, to look out at freedom. The colony wasn’t a home for her, a new start, it was her prison.<br/><br/>She want so much to walk outside in fresh clean air, and feel the warm sun against her skin as she would laid on the ground soaking up the sun rays. She want to smell the flowers and fruits as they was suppose to grow, and not in a dome in water.<br/><br/>She wanted to be free in a prefect world; instead she was on a world without air, with the surface cover with red dust. She turns and started to slip away quietly leaving them alone, but in her normal grace, she tripped over a large pot full of potting soil. With swiftness she brace her fall and was back up on her feet without anybody noticing what she did. If it wasn’t for the noise that she had made and the mess of the soil over the floor nobody would had notices her.<br/><br/>Quickly and in silence she swept the dirt up in her hands and returns it back into the pot that it came from. Dusting off her hands she stands up and continues to move away.<br/>