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You could almost hear the sun that day. When I say that, I mean you could hear everything cooking under its light. The rocks hissed when a drop of sweat hit them. Unfortunately, the time we spent indoors was little thanks to the farm owners. The owners watched from the shade of the house as we walked hard, cracked earth towards the plants that thrived.
Ever so often you need to take a moment to appreciate the small things. I heard it, you heard it, but what does it truly mean? The two of us are trapped in a lunar station on one of the Red Moons, but no space ship could take us home, help didn’t seem to be arriving and that impending doom seemed to be setting in. What would you do?
Sitting at a desk wasn’t something I enjoyed, I preferred to be outdoors. It was one of those painful things I needed to accept with my condition. The less time I spent outside, the better. There was no safety and with eyes playing tricks on me it was a death wish as well. Thus, I sit at a desk, feeling the keys of a keyboard and opening my heart to the world.
“Why don’t you ask the librarian?” she asked me.
“Because you know what that is like,” I complained in a half-whisper. “I don’t feel like listening to a reenactment of his life.”
“C’mon, it’s sweet,” she told me as she scanned the bookshelves. “I know I saw the book here...I just don’t want to waste my whole day looking for it only to find out it has been taken out.”
My first day was not unlike most. I was brought up in front of the class and told to introduce myself with my name and little information. I felt there wasn’t much to say about me, so I said my name and bowed. The teacher showed me where I would sit and began the first lesson. Of course, there was always a fundamental strangeness being someplace that you aren’t used to.
Be sure to follow!