This story is about my favorite couple, Daine and Numair. Let's just say that it is in the future, when space exploration is important. Very important. My ideas may by kinda sorta far fetched, but work with me.
Do I really have to degrade myself and say this? Okay, fine. I don't own anyone, except, I wanna own Numair, but, either way, on with the story.
"Hullo, I am Veralidaine Sarrasri. I was born and brought up in San Diego. I am an orphan, my mother is dead. I never knew my father. I entered Harvard on scholarship. I excelled and now am a master of science, physics and biology. I also have a P.H.D. in mathematics and languages. I speak Spanish, German, French, and English. I have basic training as a doctor. I have done first hand research in animal behavior which I know is extremely important to space studies. I am a robotics programmer. I am able to co-operate with teams and I am not a racist, seeing as I am not pure-blooded either. I wish to work in NASA because it has always been a dream of mine to step on land which has not been touched. I want to be places which man has not even caught glimpse of. People tell me to go to a foreign country, but it is not the same. I worked, with the dream of joining a space agency. This is the best. Nobody doesn't know of it, but that isn't what I want. I want to know. I want an alternative source where we can live when life as we know it comes to an end. It is true that I wanna see the stars." A young girl said. You would think that she was one of those peppy cheerleaders in the field, but she was actually sitting in front of the head of NASA. She was a very intelligent orphan girl. She was applied for a job there, and she was at the final frontier. Her interview. She had passed all the exams and tests that had been flung at her.
The tall fair man in front of her decided her future. And thankfully, he looked impressed. "Young girl, you have just earned yourself a place in the greatest industry on earth. Congratulations." He said.
The girl's face lit up and she squealed. She hopped up and began to dance, then she stopped, remembering where she was. The man looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He looked a bit amused. He asked, "how old are you?"
"I am 17." She said.
"What? 17! How can you be so young?" he asked in horror.
"I graduated last year. I went through primary and secondary at the same time. So, I cut back 5 years of my education. If I had not, I would only have come when I was 22." She said, looking a bit worried.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to kick you out. I was just wondering how you got yourself here. Welcome. You have been promoted to the space exploration department. Another name for this is SED. You will report to me tomorrow morning at 9. Is that alright?"
"9? Why? I thought that you all wake up at 7 or 6." She asked, kind of surprised.
"We do, but aren't you a bit young to be that extreme?" he asked.
"Nope. I always wake up at 6. I live at a boarding school some few kilometers from here. It won't take me long. Sir, please don't soft treat me because of my age. I don't want it to be a crippling factor." She said.
"How do you get here?" he asked. "I'm sure you don't drive."
"Of course not! I ride a bike. I'll park it at the guard house. I made friends with the guard while coming in. I'll ask him if he'll look after it for me." She said.
The man grinned. "Welcome to NASA. I am Jonathan Conte. Call me Jon."
"Sir, don't mind it, but no way! May I call you Mr. Conte? And, don't call me Veralidaine. I don't know why my mother called me that. Call me Daine." She said.