You know how bad days never seem to end? Or how they always seem normal? Yeah, that sucks. A lot. It all started with a dream. A horrible dream.
I was floating in space. And I am a 14 year-old. Please! You seriously think I wished for that? Okay, maybe I did wish for it. At any rate, I certainly did not wish for a slow, painful death of cold and lack of oxygen. Neither did I wish to be body slammed by a meteorite, a wicked hot mass of dense, unforgiving rock. Yep, it was all very vivid.
Maybe I should start at the very beginning. My name is Alexander West. I am a 14 year old African-American young genius. I am 6 feet 59 inches tall. I have brown eyes and long, very dark blue hair. You would never know I had blue hair if you didn't turn on a very bright light. I live at West manor on sea cliff, San Francisco. We were attending a dinner party thrown by the Anderson family. I moved around, minding my own business, when a man said,"we will go on a space cruise!" Immediately, I spun around and looked at the lanky, light skinned man. I made my way to the front as the man continued explaining. "We will be organizing a little trip to Sirius and back for only 12 people." I knew then that I would be on that space craft. The next week, I was on the space ship. The beauty of these stars are unmatched, I thought as I made my way to my room. My room is a semi-home with transparent doors and windows. Luckily, no-one can see through these doors and windows from the outside. I fell asleep on my very soft bed.
I woke up, took my bath, brushed my teeth, ate and went off to find my friends. Roxanne and Thomas were waiting for me. We went to the engine room, the most spacious place and the best place for hide and seek. We played with tasers and turned off the artificial gravity. Suddenly, we heard an emergency cry and I rushed to the exit, but it was locked. I realized that there must be something wrong in the engine room. An ear-splitting BANG! disoriented me. I looked back and saw a 79 foot wide crater separatingme from my friends.
Have you ever wondered what happens when a space craft has a hole in it? Well, it is like a huge vacuum cleaner has been turned on. All the air in the room was quickly being drained away. I shouted over the roaring wind "Roxanne, Tom!" In a hindsight, calling Roxanne probably didn't do much good as she was out cold. Tom yelled back, "Go!", "leave us !"
I saw why he said that. There was a huge black crystal clutched in his hands and it was pulsating. Another huge explosion rocked the ship, sending me flying over the crater. "Take her," he said, handing me Roxanne's arm. He pushed us into the crater,