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The morning of his departure was accompanied by a grey sky and a cold breeze.
Two bags. That’s how much Spes decided to take with him. That was still much more than he originally anticipated but, in the end, there were some things he couldn’t leave behind. The pillow his uncle gifted him after his mother had thrown his older one into the garden, his recipe-book, his silverware and a change of clothes just in case.

The car had a dark exterior full of scratches that wrapped around the windows made out of dark glass. Despite the lacking looks not many people could afford a ride and even Spes could only afford it because he was the one that discovered and translated multiple books and instruction manuals about automatic cars at the ripe age of 7. It only took a few months to straighten out the main roads leading to and around New Central. Luckily because car drives were regulated by the government and not a third party, he was able to get quite a big discount.
Before allowing him to leave they had forced him to sign a contract.
Smart move.
In theory this was a good idea, fortunately for him the execution was rushed. Though the contract was pretty restricting, there were quite a few blind spots. They still allowed him to leave the house by himself as long as he kept his GPS tracker on him. Sure, that sounded pretty strict, but it was definitely worth it.
Spes looked at his uncle and gave him a hug.
“Take care boy.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

His sister hadn’t talked to him ever since it had become clear that he would indeed move away.

The seat in the car was more comfortable than he had thought.
“Welcome aboard. Expect to arrive at the destination in approximately 187 minutes”, a robotic female voice said as soon as everybody had closed their door. The doctors had to accompany him, this was also part of the contract.
Spes looked at his ugly house one last time. The run-down look, all the scratches in front of his door, all the uneven specs of soil where he had buried animals.
He wouldn’t miss it.