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Squishology
"What lesson have we got now?" Lucy yells towards Mia over the bellowing classmates as the two squeezed through the crowd in the hallway.
"Squishology, stupid! We always have it 3rd lesson before lunch!" She returns, sandwiched between several students. They wriggle past everyone like worms until eventually making it out of the crowd, funneling into the classroom.
"I HATE it when everyone has a science, the department area gets so dense!" Lucy complains, catching her breath from being squashed. Mia glances towards Lucy, keeping her stature straight, her hands placed on her hips.
"All those poor people on the floor, trampled to oblivion. I'm pretty sure we stepped on one blonde girl who looked like she was part of the floor!" Lucy blushes to this comment, though diffuses it from her head knowing she was in class now. The room was similar to a regular science classroom. There are wooden waxed benches in rows along with two stools for each table. The teacher's larger desk is at the top ri
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Alex's Alien Adaptation
“I just worry about you being all alone out there.”
The holographic view screen cast a bright, bluish-white light around the dim cockpit, illuminating Alex Varner’s face. The pilot and lone crewmember of the “Sparrow” held her head in her hand, a frown forming on her face. She thought she could avoid that topic for once, but, as with most of her calls back home, her mom just couldn’t resist bringing it up.
“Mom, I’m not alone out here,” she sighed. “It’s not like I coop myself up in this ship whenever I head back to station.”
“I know, I know,” her mother relented, concern still etched on her face. “I just worry about you. Going off for days or weeks without anyone to talk to- “
“I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” The faster she could get her mother to stop grandstanding once again about how she, a 27-year-old surveyor, hadn’t found the love of her life, the
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