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Mission To Mars
Mission To Mars Solo Write
You flop down on your bed, bored. You’ve read every book on your shelf, twice, you’ve scanned numerous websites and apps on your computer, and you’ve scrolled through your phone for what seemed like hours, with no avail. You sink into the bed and pull the covers over you. Maybe a nap will relieve the boredom.
You’re about to drift off into the heavenly blackness of sleep, when a large book falls off the nightstand next to you, creating a large thud. What was that? You think, flipping the blanket off you with a large sigh. Another book falls, landing perfectly on top of the first. You flinch and hesitantly move over to the books. A third book falls, but you catch it before it can land on the pile. The Complete Ender’s Saga, The title reads. This confuses you. You’ve never owned the whole saga, just the first one, Ender’s game. You look over at the two other books, curious to what you might find. One is titled Star Wars: The Complete Collection, and the other, The Martian. You’ve never owned those, either.
Curiosity overthrowing the confusion, you take the three collections and sit in the basket chair you built; your personal reading nook. You choose The Complete Ender’s Saga, find the second book in the saga, and settle in, attempting to immerse yourself in the world of Ender. But the words aren’t there. Only a blank page, holding a neatly folded, crisp white paper. You slide it out of the page protector and unfold it. The paper is empty. No words, ink, colors. Nothing. Deflated, you cast the paper aside, and flip through the empty pages of the book you were trying to read.
Suddenly, a bright light flashes in front of your eyes, temporarily blinding you. You feel the sheet of paper rise from beside you, floating towards the center of the room. The light grows brighter and then flickers out, taking your lamp light with it. The paper is gone, the only remnants of it is a glowing, pixelated, blue outline. There is a brief static, then a steady whir. You stare at it, unable to look away. The outline begins to shift, and before you know it, there is a face before you. A holographic face, that is.
“Hello, Listener.” They say, their voice monotonous. “You have been selected to join a crew of astronauts on our first ever voyage to Mars. We know of your boredom. We can help you. With us, you will be able to explore beyond the confines of Earth. You will go on to places that some will never even get to dream of. All for the cost of nothing but your presence. If you choose to come, there will be a form waiting for you to sign, after our departure. Bring only the necessities in your packing. The rest will be provided for you. Once you fill out the form, you will be escorted to our launch site and trained accordingly. We hope to see you there.”
The hologram disappears without waiting for a response, and like promised a form along with a pen flutters down into your lap. You scan over it. Going to Mars has been something you’ve always dreamed of. You uncap and recap the pen about five times before actually putting it on the paper and begin to fill out the form.
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Welcome to my Mission to Mars Solo Write! I’ve been planning this out for a while and I’m really excited to finally write it all down. If you would like to go to Mars through the world of words, please fill out this form:
Name:
Age (Somewhere between the 15-25 range would be nice):
Gender/Pronouns:
Long, Thorough, Appearance:
Personality in 10 words:
Luggage:
Favorite Food:
Favorite Color/Least Favorite Color
What would you do with zero gravity?:
How do you react to being left behind?:
Are you a Leader or a Follower?:
There is space for 10 people on the spacecraft (no pun intended heh-). I hope you can join us on our Mission to Mars! Oh, and feel free to guess my identity. :)
See you soon,
The Martian
submitted by The Martian, age Who Knows?, Everywhere
(February 4, 2021 - 9:24 pm)
(February 4, 2021 - 9:24 pm)
OOH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH-
Okay, I don't know how I didn't notice this before, but this Solo Write is written by 'The Martian'. And who is hosting this expedition? Jace, that's who. Jace HAS to be a Martian, and that means that all our charries are in pretty bad trouble...
Keep going, we appreciate this so much!!!
(April 5, 2021 - 9:37 pm)
The food fight was hilarious and rescuing Avery is just as so. I kind of like Avery actually. Great job as always! I'm really impressed with the quality of the writing and how engaging it is.
As for shipping Sam Dayler (I think that's his last name, Silver Crystal's Sam is who I mean) with Nathaniel; Idon't think Nathaniel would be interested in that. But he would happily have a close friend and that would be great with me. I agree, they are a good duo.
Also, Silver Crystal, good observation on Jace being the Martian. I hadn't noticed that before. Though I did have a feeling not all was well for our characters. Let's see what happens!
(April 6, 2021 - 9:30 am)
(April 5, 2021 - 1:48 pm)
Heh- well, it looks like I'm terrible at keeping promises. I think I'm going to move the chapters back to a weekly type thing, maybe even every three days, depending on how soon I can get out of this writers block. I apologize! I hope you all are having a great NaNo, or NaPo, or Acrylic April!
(April 7, 2021 - 10:48 am)
No problem! Take as much time as you need <333
(April 7, 2021 - 9:41 pm)
No worries, don't stress about it! I look forward to reading the coming parts whenever you get them out.
(April 8, 2021 - 9:32 am)
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(April 15, 2021 - 4:05 pm)
I promise I haven't forgotten about this, there should be a new part out by tonight or Wednesday!
(April 18, 2021 - 6:48 pm)
100th comment!!!
(April 20, 2021 - 1:02 pm)
Ah, the 100th comment. How beautiful. And we have a new, 4,000 word chapter! Sorry admins, but if you could, please post the whole thing together. If not, it's totally fine if you delete it and I can post it in two parts!
I can post the first half but you will have to resend the second --admin
Let the reading commence!
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Chapter Eight — Space pt. 3
T-MINUS FOUR MONTHS FIFTEEN DAYS TO ARRIVAL
“Wake up, wake up, wake up! Let’s go astronauts, it’s 7:30 am and we have lots to talk about during breakfast. It’s back to normal for you all. LET’S GO PEOPLE! COME ON, WAKE UP.” Avery shouts while floating up and down the corridor and clapping her hands loudly.
Groans echo throughout the hallway, coming from the astronauts, who haven’t been accustomed to the schedule for over a month. There is one person ready, though, and that is Myriad. She floats out of her room, eyes glossy, unblinking. She is alive and well, contrary to what she looks like. When you don’t sleep through the night, it’s very hard to focus (and not look like a zombie the next morning, but that’s not her problem). However, she is awake and ready, which makes Avery very happy. She escorts Myriad to the breakfast hall, beaming from ear to ear. What she doesn’t know is that Myriad isn’t awake because of her calls, rather she’s awake because of something she did last night, something that probably would not be approved by Avery or Jace. But they don’t know.
What you don’t know doesn’t kill you, right?
Well, we don’t know that for sure. It could be very lethal.
***
Sam Jersey is not ready to wake up. And when he hears Avery float up and down the hallway, he groans louder than everyone else on the ship. Obviously. He does know that he has to get up, but he will do it slowly. Sam is not a morning person, never has been, never will be, and definitely will not start now.
Once Sam decides he’s been sitting in his bed for too long, he rises and begins to start his morning routine. First, he takes a shower by playing with an orb of gravitational water and bubbles of soap that fly out of the shampoo bottle he has on the desk. I guess you’d say it was fun for him, holding water in his hands without it falling through his fingers and creating bubbles, like every small child’s dream until they turn about, let’s say, ten. Then the magic is whisked away, instead replaced with the fear of growing up and the nuisance of extra school work. For Sam, though, it seems the ball of water and the bottle of soap bubbles have brought him back to his childhood years, where he’s not pressured about his violin lessons, or his severe helicopter parents. And that brings us to the end of that moment.
Next, Sam dresses in a fresh, pastel yellow space suit and performs basic hygiene methods like brushing his teeth and combing his hair. Why is he doing this before breakfast? You might ask. Well, some people like to do it after a meal, and some before. Sam is definitely the latter. Why? If you grow up a certain way, it’s plenty hard to change your mind about somethings, especially if it is just you against your brain. I can tell you that for certain. No questions asked.
Eventually, he finishes moving like a sloth and floats out of his dorm and into the breakfast hall to find that he is the first person there, besides the zombie we all call Myriad. He takes a spot across the table from her, expecting a nice bowl of cereal and milk to show up in front of him, but instead he is met with Myriad’s blank stare.
“She’s waiting for everyone to get here before we’re allowed food or coffee, or even something that has caffeine in it, like the black tea I’ve had every morning. She’s starving us, Sam. We’re all going to die here. ALL OF US.”
Sam flinches as she yells and grips his shoulders. He brushes the sleep-deprived girl away from him as the next person comes in, obviously scarred from what they heard. He laughs gently and stares down at his shoes as the person comes to sit behind him.
All he wants is to go back to sleep.
***
Zo Kennedy is very much a morning person. Having ten younger siblings definitely helps, especially since a six-month-old baby.
Why weren’t they up and ready to go then? You question, angry that none of my sentences correspond with previous sentences. Just wait, small one, I will get to answers eventually, and I’ll get to them faster without your constant questions.
Anyways, where was I? Ah, yes, Zo being a morning person but not being ready. Well, they weren't ready because they hate being told what to do. Also, they're very good at adhering to schedules, and when there is an abrupt change in them, well, they don’t follow the new one very well until a few days slowly moving through the old one. So, they sat groggily in their room, waiting for nothing except the latest moment they can wait until they get frustrated with being late. When they couldn’t deal with their severe case of FOMO, they slink out of bed, change their old space suit to a new, crisp golden-colored one.
With their hair messy and mascara smudged under their eyes, they slowly float out of their dorm, down the corridor, and into the breakfast hall. Zo was not expecting to be met with such a surprise so early in the morning, but as they float into the breakfast hall, they notice Sam Jersey and an obviously sleep deprived Myriad sitting across from each other.
And then Myriad attacks.
Zo gasps in fear, but stays frozen in their spot, not moving to help. Myriad shouts about being starved and how everyone is going to die, while violently shaking Sam. When Zo clears their throat, announcing their presence, Myriad flinches and backs off as Sam brushes off her arms. They can tell he’s embarrassed at what happened, by his halfhearted laugh and the eventual stare at his gravity boots.
Once Zo becomes unstuck, they float over to Myriad and Sam, and buckle in, waiting for the breakfast they deserve.
“Did you hear what I said, Zo? It’s very important. Shall I say it again?” Myriad says, her voice croaky.
“Yes, yes I did. No need for repetition.” They reply, smiling fakely, hoping that she does not defy their wishes of silence.
The girl listens and backs off, staring down at her twitching hands, but the vow of silence does not last long as the next person walks in. Myriad’s eyes widen, excited for a new person to preach her conspiracy theory to, but Zo seems unenthused at the timing of their friend.
I guess it was only a matter of time before another came in.
***
Val’s eyes open like she’s waking up from a nightmare and she sits up, alert. She can hear the last words coming from Avery’s mouth, just the part that’s truly important.
“WAKE UP.”
So, Val does. She’s very good at obedience.
But then, she pauses, staying in her bed listening to the chatter and groans coming from the other rooms. Val can hear the heart in her body pounding hard, she can feel the rhythmic beating rise. And then she notices. She’s scared.
At what, though?
The wall creaks, causing her to tense and frantically snap her head to the left, trying to find the source of the noise. Once she realizes that it was just the wall, Val allows herself to relax into the softness of her bed. The warmth of her blanket and the steady hum of the engine allowed her to. So, because of the soft noise, she drifted off back to sleep.
Though I would love to say she got to sleep forever and woke up peacefully at 2pm, that wasn’t the case. She only drifted off for about a fifteen minute power nap until she was startled awake by the creak of her curtain rod and quickly flips out of her bed and leaves the room without a second thought.
She forgot something very, very important, but that’s a matter to deal with later, when all seems calm and just begs for an interruption.
When Valerie arrived in the breakfast hall, there was silence. It was peaceful, almost. She was confused, though, because the sereneness was odd, especially for the three that were already in there. Val hovered by the doorway for a moment, observing them, making sure everything was alright. You’re just paranoid, Val, everything is fine. She thought. She wanted to believe it, but there was another voice inside her head, telling her the opposite. It was very conflicting, but she eventually decided that she was very hungry, so, despite the two arguing voices in her head, she pushed forward, towards the table and fastened herself to the bench.
Before long, Val realizes the very intent stare Myriad is giving her, and she tries to shy away from her eyes, but Myriad follows.
Unfortunately, she didn’t realize what Myriad would do next.
“Hi, VALERIE, did you hear what I was saying earlier? It’s very, very important.” She says, her voice sweet and sticky like a caramel left in the sun.
Zo looks over at Val, their eyes wide, as if trying to communicate by their eyes, telling Val to say yes, telling her to avoid Myriad at all costs, because she’s most likely very, very, very crazy. But Val is not good at receiving telepathic waves. So, I should say that she is going to tell Myriad to go ahead and tell her. Right?
Wrong.
So, I should tell you that Val said yes, that she heard everything, begging Myriad to leave her and her own mind alone, since that’s the second and only other option, right?
Well, you’re wrong again.
Valerie made the mistake of staying completely silent, pretending she didn’t hear her caramelly voice and her sharp words. Pretending they aren’t even in the same room. This wouldn’t have been a problem, if Myriad had social skills, wasn’t completely deprived of sleep, and was maybe a bit closer to a normal-ish human. But, of course she wasn’t, of course Myriad had to be so much more different than the rest.
What did Myriad do?
Well, the next person (rather, the next two) who come in will be able to witness it front and center, alongside a poor, unsuspecting Val, who may or may not remember the thing she forgot. Who knows? Anything could happen.
***
(April 20, 2021 - 11:18 pm)
Ah, I didn't see the note, admin. But thanks for posting the first half. Here is the second half.
***
Selena is awake. She has been since 4am. Time in space is rather odd, if you really think about it. Are there established time zones? No. Then how do you tell time in space? Well, that is a question that I do not know, and I’d rather not spend hours surfing the internet for the answer, so, instead, I will skip that question entirely and tell you that they are following the same time zone as Houston, Texas. That is the central time zone. And if Selena lives on the east coast, of course she’d be up at 4am because she normally wakes up at 5.
Again, I have thrown you into a loop of irrationality, but, as I’ve said every time before, I shall explain.
Yes, Selena is awake when Avery calls for everyone to come to the breakfast hall, but when you first wake up, are you really awake? Or are you caught between awake and asleep, the state where your eyes are still glossy, but your ears are well aware of your surroundings. Where your brain is not completely awake, but you can almost function.
This is where Selena is from 4am to 7:50am. She does not budge from the foggy state whatsoever, instead moving from her bed to a comfortable recliner in the corner of her room and staring towards the closed, deep yellow curtain which, oddly, matched the shade of her space suit. I say odd as the spaceship had been created a whole year before Selena signed up, and the curtain had been collecting dust for quite a while before the mites had been shaken out by the violent pulls and pushes of the makeshift door. Who knew what color she would choose on the form? Who knew what color she’d be assigned?
The whole situation was very odd, however, no one else really noticed.
Once the clock ticked to 7:50am, a loud cymbal crash came from somewhere away from sight. Strangely enough, it was not loud enough to be heard by Selena and snap her out of her trance. So, another one came. Then another, and another. Four cymbal crashes should be enough to wake her up, right? In this instance, it is not. She stays put, her eyes glazed over, unmoving.
Is she dead? You ask, frustrated at how long I’m taking just to explain one girl waking up. Just wait, I tell you, you’ll see in a moment.
A figure slowly slides the curtain open, making sure that the metal rings don’t get caught up in each other. The figure peeks their head into the room, searching for human presence. When they see a blank-faced Selena, they walk over and put their hands on her shoulder, slightly shaking her out of the trance. Selena eventually realizes the presence of another human and snaps out of the unblinking stare. She looks up to the face above her, trying to understand who she is with, and why she ended up on the recliner.
“Finn, is that you?” She asks, rubbing her eyes, not quite believing she’s awake.
“Sure is.” He replies. “Breakfast is coming, and they need everyone there to start. Just thought that maybe you should be awake.”
“Thanks.”
“Absolutely, I’ll be right outside if you need anything. There’s a water orb floating through the hallway, I want to see if I can try to get it on film.”
“Sounds cool.”
Selena watches as Finn leaves her room before she exchanges her old space suit for a new one, then brushes the unruly mess she calls hair back down into place. When she exits her room, she does not notice the orb of water flying straight for her head, nor does she hear Finn’s warning call. The water hits her head and absorbs it, as if she had on a helmet. She pops the bubble, causing it to break into several smaller ones, and continue floating down the corridor.
However, the water particles still stuck to her hair and her face, which, as you could probably assume, resulting in her being very wet. Though some people could have been angry in a situation such as this, Selena was quite happy to have gotten her shower out of the way for today. She retreated into her room, finding a new, freshly dried towel and wiping her face dry and tying it into her hair and exiting her room for the last time before she finishes breakfast.
Finn, having been deflated after the water ball had popped, accompanies Selena to the breakfast hall, as, really, he has no choice. When they arrive, Selena’s jaw drops open and she has to clap her hands over her ears to protect herself from the screeching that comes from Myriad.
Unfortunately, it seems that we’ve already ran out of time for Selena, so Finn will have to be the one depicting the events in the breakfast hall.
***
When Avery is floating through the corridor, demanding for each astronaut to wake up and present themselves in the breakfast hall soon, Finn is in an opposite corridor, filming the emptiness and quietness of people-less areas, narrating the trip around the hallway, as if he was on the nature channel or something of the sort. He can hear the echos coming from the other hallway, but can barely make out the words, so he continues to film the empty section of the spaceship. He doesn’t realize that everyone was told to head to the breakfast hall until he sees Val head towards it. Once clued in, Finn decides to check on the sleeping chamber hall to wake any lone humans, knowing how tough it could be to face Avery’s wrath.
Let’s just say that he was not expecting to find someone.
Finn floats up to the first curtain on the left side; Selena’s deep yellow one. He delicately pulls it to the side, not wanting to have to deal with breaking yet another curtain ring. Anyways, Avery was already quite mad at him for breaking every single curtain ring on his own, dark green curtain. He had replaced them, but they still are dangling on the last little hook, threatening to fall off the rack anytime soon. He’s very angry at the creation of curtain rings, but if he had the patience, he wouldn’t break them so often.
He enters Selena’s room, but only crosses the threshold with his head, not wanting to intrude on anything that he shouldn’t be intruding on. Once Finn spots a figure in the corner of the room, staring into the abyss of darkness called space, he allows himself to be carried by an air current towards the girl, who he will soon find out is Selena. He reaches her and gently shakes her shoulders, confused at why she looks awake, but is not blinking, or aware of his presence. She notices him, and snaps out of her trance.
“Finn, is that you?” She asks, rubbing her eyes, which, as she does so, Finn thinks about all the bacteria that she is transmitting to her eyes, but who really cares, right?
“Sure is.” He replies. “Breakfast is coming, and they need everyone there to start. Just thought that maybe you should be awake.”
“Thanks.”
“Absolutely, I’ll be right outside if you need anything. There’s a water orb floating through the hallway, I want to see if I can try to get it on film.”
“Sounds cool.”
Finn leaves her room as promised, not really sure whether he’ll find a water orb, but sure enough, there is a rogue ball of water floating down the hallway. He takes out his camera and watches it float through the corridor through the small lens of the machine. What he doesn’t notice right away is Selena stepping out of her room. He does notice, but right before it is too late, calling out a simple warning of ‘watch out!’ right as the ball takes her face inside of it. She allows it to stay there for a moment, before bursting it and letting smaller particles float away. Selena retreats back into her room, and Finn sadly watches the smaller bubbles of water float away behind him.
He decides that he should wait for the young girl and accompany her to breakfast, just because of the fact that he is there, and he is lonely. She comes out, a towel tied around her hair, and the two float on to breakfast. Finn, like Selena, was not expecting what may happen next, but his reaction is not nearly as bad. His eyes don’t believe what he’s seeing, and his ears don’t believe what he’s hearing, but he doesn’t have to take such drastic measures such as covering them.
“IT’S ALL FAKE, THIS WHOLE THING! IT’S JUST A MEAN OF TAKING CARE, AND BY TAKING CARE, I MEAN KILLING, OF SO MANY HUMANS AT ONCE I TELL YOU! I heard it myself, just the other day, when I just happened upon a phone call between Avery and Jace. The first step is starving us. The next is rendering us so sickly that we cannot leave our beds to protest against the horror going on inside this spaceship. Then, the trained astronauts, all on suicide pact, will botch the Mars landing and we’ll all go up in a fiery mess, our bodies left as ashes scattered throughout space. Don’t you see it now? The plan? Our deaths? The whole CONSPIRACY? We weren’t really going to Mars. This was just a whole homicide planned by Jace and the federal government! We all have problems, don’t you see? We’re all connected somehow. And we all have to die. I swear on the eye of Lizzie Borden that I am telling the truth. DO NOT FORGET THIS!” Myriad rants, receiving shocked looks from everyone around her.
Finn sighs into his hands before leading the way to the table, Selena following him. They sit down at the table, buckling in, avoiding the brain-fried, empty-eyes Myriad at all costs. She turns her head slowly towards them, and realizes that they were the figures in the doorway, leaving them alone for the time being.
If only the rest of the day would be calm, Myriad’s outbursts would be normal and acceptable, but what fate had planned for the rest of this day was far from calm.
***
Sam Dayler does not hear Avery calling for them to wake up, and that must be the reason why they don’t even think about waking up until 8am. They are hard and fast asleep until a giant thud occurs a few rooms down, waking them from a deep sleep. They scramble out from under the covers and glance at the small clock next to their bedside. Once they realize that it is way later than they were supposed to wake up today, they scramble into the shower, clean themselves, and perform proper hygiene methods before changing their old one, for a crisp new one.
They quickly exit their door, ripping the curtain from its rings and swearing under their breath before quickly tossing it back into the room. When Sam tries to leave again, they go crashing into someone, causing their gravity boots to turn on, sucking them towards the ground. While all this was happening, a curtain ring was sticking out of Sam’s pocket and clipped onto the other person’s pocket, dragging them down with Sam.
A large sigh escapes from Sam’s mouth, causing the other person to laugh, a laugh so gently that it was kind. Almost reassuring. When Sam looks up, they’re met with a faded blue space suit and a kind face they know so well. Nathaniel towers over them and grins widely, before unhooking the ring and backing up, allowing Sam to turn off the gravity power on their boots and smile back.
“So, how’s your memoir chapter going? I’m excited to read it soon, and I already have a plan for what I may write about.” They say, breaking the silent fog climbing in between them.
“I’m failing badly, actually. I’m writing the part about hoarding all the food in the hideout, but what else is there to really write about, am I right? I’ll probably just work on stretching out the details, and then the word count will rack up to like 5,000 without me even knowing. Expect it soon.” He replies.
“You got it.”
Sam smiles at the thought of even being published. It could happen. If they write a good enough part-memoir, part-fictionalized story, publishers would die to have the manuscript in their hands. After all, Sam and Nathanial are famous now, right? Anything they say or anything they want to do will be so much easier when they get home. People will be at their every beck and call. Not that they need servants or something, but their life perks definitely have moved up a level.
The fog of silence, a slow and painful death for most, tries to creep back in between them and push the two away, but, thankfully, Nathaniel remembers what he was supposed to be doing. The thought hits him like a literal lightbulb turning on in his brain, which, obviously, was a very strange sensation.
“What do you think about breakfast?” Nathaniel asks, snapping Sam out of a firm stare into the nothingness.
“Oh, right, breakfast. I completely forgot. Again. Why am I so bad at schedules?” They say, laughing with the last remark.
“Don’t look at me, I was trying to pull an all-nighter to get the chapter done, and I ended up falling asleep on my computer. Let’s just say that when I woke up and turned on my computer, there were plenty of key smashes on the document. It took me five whole minutes to erase it all.”
“Wow. Well, don’t do that again.”
Laughter chases the silence fog between them away, and they slowly float away towards the breakfast hall. Everything was calm and quiet.
For a moment.
***
Like you saw earlier, Nathaniel had fallen asleep at his computer, but, since he comes after Sam, I’ve decided to give you a more detailed rundown of the situation.
His computer alerted him of the time, telling him in a sweet, scottish accent that it was 8 o’clock. This startles him awake, and he frantically turns on the computer, noticing the battery in the red first. Nathaniel leans over and takes the charger off the ground and plugs the almost dead chromebook into a battery source, he clicks over to his document tab, and notices the twenty pages of key smash that his head made before the computer freaked out and decided to shut off. He tries to highlight it all, but his fingers get tired of swiping on such a terrible trackpad, so he decides to manually delete every single ‘afjdshfjdskfakl’ off of the page.
As he recounted to Sam, it took him five whole minutes to delete the last unnecessary letter off of his page, before he could shut down his computer and make his way to the closet full of space suits identical to the one he is currently wearing. All faded blue. Once he does get over there, he exchanges the old one out, like almost everyone else has done before him, and leaves his room, heading to where he’s been every day of the past thirty-one day sentence. Sam Dayler’s room.
He floats down the hall, one door to the left, and is about to open the curtain when Sam comes crashing out and rips the thing from the rod. They throw it behind them, and, as quickly as they came out the first time, they exit the room, heading straight for Nathanial.
What happened next? Well, I already told you. If you need a refresher, scroll up, or flip a page, or whatever you need to do to read the previous section with Sam and Nathanial, told from the narrator watching Sam. If you don’t, back to scheduled programming.
The two of them float towards the breakfast hall and buckle into the seat. Nathaniel sighs and begins to daydream about his normal matcha tea and bread. Which he should have by now. But he doesn’t have. What a shame.
“Uh, guys? Where’s Nova and Athene?”
(April 21, 2021 - 9:53 pm)
Ahhh I'm late, sorry!!! Omggg Sam&Nathaniel author buddies and accidental best friends is the best thing EVER tysm for writing this! Idk what's up with Myriad, but it can't be good. I can't wait to see what happens with Nova and Athene.Can't wait for the next part!
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