Hitchhiker- A bees guide to the galaxy of definition

                    PART ONE

My life felt wrong, from the beginning. The beginning being the moment my skin touched the air and I took my first breaths. My wings unfurled as I slowly climbed out of the snug hexagon of which I had been created inside of and spread my antenna. I smelled the scent of my kinsfolk going about their daily jobs. I fluttered, unstable, to the exit. Somehow I knew what I was doing was not meant for a day-old drone to be doing. But I knew there was more outside for me to see. 
                    PART TWO

I flapped my iridescent wings as hard as I could. I shot out of the hive. If it is possible for a bee to have a burst of adrenaline, I had that burst. I knew I needed to keep flying. The ground below looked so big and so wide even though I was high above. I suddenly realized the reason I was flying: Instinct. 
                    PART THREE

I immediately lost the adrenaline at this realisation. Twisting and pummeling my body in the air I finally righted myself. I went back to the hive as quickly as I could. My joints began to hurt. I smelled a spicy odor coming from near me. I swiveled in on it. Suddenly a piercing sound broke out upon the air. “Moooooooom!” I looked over my shoulder. A - human-! Somehow I understood the whining, slippery voice and what the words it spoke meant and why it was making the sound. “Beeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” The voice screamed. “Get your spray bottle, Marko!” A softer yet more high pitched voice sung out through the hot, sticky air. Then I realized what the air and the smell were coming from. The first voice- the human - was brandishing a tube of something. The spray bottle! It coated my legs first, making me feel extreme pain there. Next was my back. I was so scared, I don’t know how I was able to get out of the radius of the spraying tube. I bee-lined it back to the hive. 

                    

                    PART FOUR

As soon as I got inside, I collapsed, asleep. My newly tried and tested wings were too young and fresh to hold up to the tenuous work of flight from day one. My legs and back were feeling somewhat better when I woke up. The sound and scent of my hive members hadn’t ceased even though it was nighttime. I stumbled over to the nearest drone. She was spitting yellow gunk into a hexagon that looked something like the one I had come out of just a few hours before. I lightly tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up, made a “be-zeee!” sound and then went back to her job of spitting the yellow gunk. I tried to make a noise like the human had made- But I couldn’t. I tried to tap her again. This time she reared on me and flew off to a different part of the hive. I tried to tap a nearby work bee and say something to him, but I couldn't. I tried this same action many more times to the other workers. They wouldn't respond or react except to buzz off like the first drone did. 
                    
                    PART FIVE

Another relization hit me hard. I understood- everything. I was conscious: they weren't. I was alone- they were together. 

                    PART SIX

This had to end. 

                     PART SEVEN

So I ended it.