I love this movie, and i thought I'd make a sort of addition to it, just cause i feel like it. i don't know if i should continue it or not, but this is what i have so far.
Name: Makensi Siblee.
Age: 14 years old.
Reason for Traveling: Punishment.
Occupation: 8th grade
Address: Earth.
Place of interest: Pandora.
Pandora. The place where the great war was fought. Where untold riches were hidden. Where scientists were baffled and needed to know more. Where you could get killed with a single miss step. The place that was considered the most dangerous ever recorded.
The place I was being sent to instead of prison.
The place I was going to for life.
I was not a very good girl.
My family all said it, my friends all said it, and the government had said it a month before I was to be shipped off.
I hadn’t meant to be bad, but I guess that’s what everyone says when something horrible happens.
My parents were scientists. They were working on the avatar project, the one that had been discontinued a few years before.
It was starting up again.
Excitement was everywhere in the station that me and my family lived at. They were hired by the government, so we lived on the military base.
My two brothers had played war, pretending they were the soldiers fighting the natives. My sister wrote poetry about what she thought it would be like to see Pandora.
My parents were proud of them for staying out of the way, and doing what they were supposed to do.
The boys were to grow up and be fighters, and me and my sister were supposed to be scholars.
But I wasn’t too fond of sitting around and playing make believe, or writing some stupid poetry that no one wants to read.
I wanted to see what was going on.
I needed to be in on the action.
So I would wander around the station, following my parents or some other top scientist, asking questions until they got sick of me and sent me off to someone else.
One of the women I was talking to that day was supposed to go on the trip. She was going to deliver her DNA, so that the avatar scientists could begin creating the body she would transfer to on Pandora.
I had bumped into her, apologized, and upon realizing who she was, launced into a volley of questions.
“Are you delivering your DNA?”
“Yes Makensi.”
“So your going to be an avatar driver?”
“Yes Makensi.”
“What do you think it's like on Pandora?”
“I don’t know Makensi. But I do know I have work to do, so please talk to someone else.”
I frowned, put out by her unwelcoming attitude.
Information was all I had wanted, and I was going to get it.
So I came up with a plan. I would say I was carrying some important person’s DNA, so that they would let me into the avatar room. Except it would be my DNA instead of the avatar drivers. I could take the bottle of cells out with me, and no harm done. They would still eventually get the DNA they needed, and I would be able to check things out.
But it didn’t go exactly like that.
Instead, I ended up leaving the bottle of my DNA in the room, and they had began creating an avatar with it.
Imagine their dismay when they finally realized it wasn’t the right one.
But instead of them getting in trouble for not making sure they had the right stuff, I was getting punished.
I was being sent to Pandora to be an avatar driver.
All I wanted was info. Not to actually go there!
The trip there alone would waste 6 years of my life! I would be twenty by the time we got there. I couldn’t even fathom twenty.
My family wasn’t allowed to come, but I wouldn’t miss them much. My siblings were a bunch of dung heads, and my parents weren’t around much.
So they picked me up, along with my stuff and sent me on a bus to the space station, since they couldn’t waste a valuable avatar like that.
Other wise I would have been in federal prison.
Some people would say, “Cheer up! I’ve heard Pandora’s beautiful! Has to be better than some gray dreary cell!”
Being locked up is a whole lot better than being dead.
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