Authors Note: Sorry for not posting for a while, im going to try and get back on track with this.
"Finally, space. I want to get off of this thing already, everything is too... dark." Timmy would say, stubbornly expecting someone to agree with him.
"C'mon it's not that bad." I replied.
"Is too."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is- "
"Eugh, space coffee tastes bad." Bermuda would abruptly say, ending our argument. Space is absolutely beautiful. My favorite part about space, is all the space in space. So much space in the space that is space, you could make a Space-ception.
"We have officially entered Kerbosynchronous Orbit, guys." Bermuda would say spitting coffee beans in to the disposal, as we watched it float out again. We are officially in the orbit of Kerbin. I think I can see my house from all the way up here.
"Hi mom!" I would scream out the window.
"Shut your yap." Timmy would yell at me angrily.
I'm not sure me and Timmy will be getting along so good. Oh well, I guess its going to be a long trip, one bad person won't be too bad. Speaking of bad persons, I wonder how my mom is doing. Man, I am kind of starting to agree with Timmy. It's going to be me, them, and my thoughts. Their thoughts aren't important, just mine. Man, I wish there was some entertainment. Hey, wait a minute- there is!
"Anyone want to play Khess?" I would ask, staring out through the window expecting something interesting to happen.
"Lame." Timmy would say, unentertained. Remind me never to let him do the science journalling.
"Depends, will I still be able to have my coffee beans?" Bermuda would say expectantly.
"Sure, I guess." I would say as I reach towards the broom closet, which had Khess, Kattlefield, which no, is not about cows, and Khekers.
I pull the table over, lay the khess board down- but it began to float away. I reach over for the no-grav button, and just as im about to press it, I feel a thud, and the ship begins to spin. We were only 120k feet above kerbin, and we already come across an issue. I hope this isn't the last breath I am taking, if it is, should I draw the breath like one of my french girls? Is this going to be the last thing I will ever do, hold a Khess mat, near a big red button? All these thoughts, and so little time to think them, my thoughts are processing quicker then our ship is accelerating. While I'm taking deep breaths, I remember in the closet there is an emergency kit, but the closet is a few feet away. The only person who is close enough to it is- Carrie.
The only person who can save our lives, is the quiet one. And even in an emergency, she remains as quiet as a clam. Except the clam opens its mouth, she doesn't.
"Carrie, quickly, grab the emergency kit!" I would scream, in a vain attempt of survival.
"I- I, - but, - well,-" She would fumble.
"QUICKLY!" I would scream even louder, hoping that no one really can hear you scream in space.
She quickly opens the closet, but I saw her struggling to find it. I could see it, but she couldn't, and I was slowly drifting away from her. Is this how we are going to die? Failure to open the closet? Am I going to be killed and on my tombstone, if the Space Center would even make me a tombstone, say "Death by failure to open closet". Is that really how im going to go down? I panic, taking breaths, pacing my self, I felt my heart rate go up. But do my eyes deceive me? She got it! It's a big red box, with a white rocket ship on it. Thank goodness, she found it! Thank the lord, Kesus Kerman. But did she know what to do with it?