I gazed out the window at the vast and beautiful galaxy, sketching the stars into my sketchbook.
I loved space. Which is why living in a space station is practically the perfect home for me.
I know, I know. You’re going to yell at me for not elaborating on my circumstances. And you’re probably asking yourself questions like: Wait a minute…space station?
So, let me elaborate.
My name is Avery Alvaran. I’m fourteen years old. And I’m one of the residents on the Voyage Base.
White. That’s all you ever see in this place: white bedsheets, white blanket, white shirts, white shoes, white pants, white skirts, white dresses, etc. etc.
You get used to it after living here for so many years.
One thing we still had up here: school. I hated school. I’m not stupid or anything like that, I can do the school work. Heck, I could have all advanced courses if I wanted to. I was just lazy, and I didn’t like doing the work.
My best friend, Aurora (literally everyone just calls her Rory) was really smart – not as smart as Ezra, though – and sometimes she’ll do my homework just because she doesn’t want me to get in trouble.
Don’t get the wrong idea, though. I’m not one of those “friends” that’ll string someone along just for their amusement or just because they’ll do whatever I say. I genuinely like Rory.
She was really nice, although when we were in a group of more than just me and Percy, she’ll get weird and leave. When Rory does that though, she doesn’t seem mad, she just drifts off and looks through her sea life books.
Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh yeah, school.
School here was different than school on earth. Here, we had a teacher for kindergarten through second grade, one for third through fifth grade, one for what’s considered middle school (sixth through eighth), one for freshmen and sophomores, and another one for juniors and seniors.
There weren’t a lot of kids up here. So, my teacher only had to teach us freshmen and didn’t have to worry about teaching sophomores too.
“Good morning, Miss Alvaran,” Mr. Harrington greeted.
I only replied with a disinterested, “Yeah, hi.”
Ezra Coxand burst in, his longish auburn hair flying and his grayish eyes sparkling with excitement. “Good morning, Mr. Harrington. You’re looking lovely today.”
I rolled my eyes. Ezra Coxand had to be the most enthusiastic kid ever about school. It was mostly science, but he still had an exceptional I.Q. I should know, I used to be his best friend.
He spotted me and smirked. “Hello, Avery,” he said flirtatiously.
That one won him another eye roll. He was a huge flirt. But he really only flirted with me. It was very annoying.
“I’ve had a crush on Avery since the day we met, which was at age three,” Ezra continued.
Mr. Harrington chuckled, “And why is that, Ezra?”
Please don’t, Mr. Harrington. I thought. Don’t get him started.
“Well,” Ezra started. “She’s beautiful, she’s mysterious, like the night, and we used to be best friends.”
Gee, it sounded like he just described a young adult male love interest. “Used to be,” I reminded him.
“Today is going to be a great day!” A happy voice called from the hallway. Rory. She was the sweetest, most optimistic little bean. Rory burst in, her long, black hair flying out behind her as she ran to her desk next to mine.
“Why is it going to be a great day?” I whispered to her.
“Because I woke up, I got dressed, and I love everything,” she replied to me.
Sometimes, I wished she’d never change that part of herself.
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Child of Exile
Our lives are made
In these small hours