The novelty of living on another world has kinda worn off now.
I was only four at the time, but somehow, I remember how surprised everyone was when Dad came home and told us what he did for the Air Force. Then he said that alien bad guys were about to attack, and we'd been chosen to go live on another planet to make sure some Earthlings survived. (Mom used to explain this all the time when George and I were little.) So we moved to the Alpha site and lived happily ever after. Apparently, for part of the first year, though, Mom was really worried, 'cause we shared the camp with a couple alien groups who looked really scary and didn't get along well.
Mom still worries too much, though. She says we're guinea pigs, sent ahead to see what will happen. Dad comes back every weekend, too, though he still goes on missions for the SGC regularly. He tells Mom what's been going on, and she worries even more that we're all gonna be blown to Sokar. (Which is farther now than it was while he was alive and still had a planet.)
A few years ago, they figured there were enough kids on the planet to build a school. (Sounds funny, doesn't it?) There's a whole seventy-eight of us under the legal age of eighteen. That's not too many, I guess, but we come from a fairly large pool of smart people. Well, everyone else does. We're only here 'cause Dad leads an SG team and Mom got a Masters. That and Bill was enough of a geek at the time to make the rest of us look good. Needless to say, I'm one of those people who doesn't fly through school, effortlessly acing every test. Especially when a full half of my teachers are from advanced civilizations.
Before I continue on that note, just let me remind you that living at Alpha (we have yet to earn a better name, despite the gigantic number of people who speak who knows how many languages) is not all it's cracked up to be. I don't have any friends back on Earth, but we write a letter to some US school every week. And they write back. I keep telling them that living here isn't so cool, but they're all starry-eyed and bright-faced, thinkin' we live out some wonderful adventures. Let me tell you! Classes taught by Asgard are no walk in the park!
-Amanda Dixon, daughter of Colonel Dave Dixon, leader of SG-13
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