Chapter 4
Blaze
My eyes swiveled around in my head. I was sitting on a bench, just after I rode The Flinger. Shook my head to get reality back.
Mina still had to go. She went and came back normal.
We all blinked.
"No effect?" I asked her.
"None at all." Mina replied.
We all blinked again.
We were soon finished with training. I pushed my shoulders down with my muscles and grabbed the collar of my suit. Pushed it down, stretching my neck up high.
"You guys actually wear this stuff?" I asked, I never got used to the suits when we got them on before training started.
"For the fifth time, yes, we have to." Mr. Larson said. "Are you ready to go to the moon?"
I blinked. Already?
"Uh, yeah I guess . . ." Hardrive said.
Everyone got quiet.
"Well then, you should get dressed." Mr. Larson said.
"We're already dressed," Erik said. "In these tacky suits."
"No, in your astronaut suits." Mr. Larson said.
"Oooh," we all said.
Mr. Larson walked off summoning us to follow. We all did, and soon go to a room.
It was totally white. Suits on racks everywhere.
"Get your size." Mr. Larson said.
The Raiders and I scattered and went to the different racks. I looked for my size and finally found it.
Walked to a room and put it on. Just as bad as the other suit. I felt like a marshmallow.
I waddled out to Mr. Larson.
"Is it going to be like this forever?" I asked, I was the first one out.
"No, once you get used to it and it gets worn in it will get better," Mr. Larson said.
"Oh." I said, waddling to a chair and sitting down.
Soon everyone was done.
"I feel like the Pillsbury Dough Boy," Erik said.
I laughed, my suit beginning to be worn in.
"I feel like a . . . Um . . . Thing . . ." Turv said.
Once we were done, Mr. Larson told us to follow him. We waddled behind him, going through doors, whatever. My suit was fully worn in soon and I was the only one walking normally.
Mr. Larson led us outside. The Raiders and I stood there, our mouths open, staring at the space shuttle.
"It's huge!" Mina gasped.
"Well, it'll go in different parts once you're in the air." Mr. Larson said, starting to walk again.
We followed. Walked to some orange stairs. Went up them.
"One hundred thirty-four, one hundred thirty-five, one hundred thirty-six." Erik said, he said the last number when he went up the last stair.
Everyone stared at him.
"Out of habit," Erik shrugged. "I always count stairs when I go up them."
All of a sudden a door dinged and an elevator opened near us. Mr. Larson appeared from it.
"You know you could have taken the elevator . . ."
Blaze
My eyes swiveled around in my head. I was sitting on a bench, just after I rode The Flinger. Shook my head to get reality back.
Mina still had to go. She went and came back normal.
We all blinked.
"No effect?" I asked her.
"None at all." Mina replied.
We all blinked again.
We were soon finished with training. I pushed my shoulders down with my muscles and grabbed the collar of my suit. Pushed it down, stretching my neck up high.
"You guys actually wear this stuff?" I asked, I never got used to the suits when we got them on before training started.
"For the fifth time, yes, we have to." Mr. Larson said. "Are you ready to go to the moon?"
I blinked. Already?
"Uh, yeah I guess . . ." Hardrive said.
Everyone got quiet.
"Well then, you should get dressed." Mr. Larson said.
"We're already dressed," Erik said. "In these tacky suits."
"No, in your astronaut suits." Mr. Larson said.
"Oooh," we all said.
Mr. Larson walked off summoning us to follow. We all did, and soon go to a room.
It was totally white. Suits on racks everywhere.
"Get your size." Mr. Larson said.
The Raiders and I scattered and went to the different racks. I looked for my size and finally found it.
Walked to a room and put it on. Just as bad as the other suit. I felt like a marshmallow.
I waddled out to Mr. Larson.
"Is it going to be like this forever?" I asked, I was the first one out.
"No, once you get used to it and it gets worn in it will get better," Mr. Larson said.
"Oh." I said, waddling to a chair and sitting down.
Soon everyone was done.
"I feel like the Pillsbury Dough Boy," Erik said.
I laughed, my suit beginning to be worn in.
"I feel like a . . . Um . . . Thing . . ." Turv said.
Once we were done, Mr. Larson told us to follow him. We waddled behind him, going through doors, whatever. My suit was fully worn in soon and I was the only one walking normally.
Mr. Larson led us outside. The Raiders and I stood there, our mouths open, staring at the space shuttle.
"It's huge!" Mina gasped.
"Well, it'll go in different parts once you're in the air." Mr. Larson said, starting to walk again.
We followed. Walked to some orange stairs. Went up them.
"One hundred thirty-four, one hundred thirty-five, one hundred thirty-six." Erik said, he said the last number when he went up the last stair.
Everyone stared at him.
"Out of habit," Erik shrugged. "I always count stairs when I go up them."
All of a sudden a door dinged and an elevator opened near us. Mr. Larson appeared from it.
"You know you could have taken the elevator . . ."