Ever since they've let teens into the project, I've wanted to sign up. My parents didn't really care. they don't really care about anything, so I decided I might as well do something wothwhile.
My name is April, because I was born in April. My parents aren't very creative with names, either. I'm just glad I wasn't born in February or October (shudder).
Anyway, right now I was looking at the black inside of the small, coffin-sized sleeping chamber. I liked to trace the letters of my name that were etched into the side. Some of the kids in my school had even signed up for this, either because they were total daredevil idiots or because their parents didn't care about them any more than mine cared about me.
We'd been in space for about a week. Probably a year or two in Earth days. I was still getting used to that wording, even though I felt more at home on this giant machine than on Earth.
Suddenly, the door behind my head slid open, revealing the room outside. Gratefully, I stretched and pushed myself out, gripping the edges as I did so I wouldn't float out of control.
Thankfully, Ricky was there. He caught me as I came out and slid me the rest of the way, so that we were both floating and gripping the edge to stay upright as he closed the compartment.
"How are you?" Ricky asked.
I shrugged. "Fine, I guess. I'm sick of being stuck in those coffins, though."
He laughed, apparently amused by my discomfort. "Yeah, those things do suck. But the Captain said we would be landing in about thirty minutes."
I nodded, trying not to show my excitement. "Great."
"Wanna get ready?" Ricky asked.
"I guess."
"Great."
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