Yes, I am sick, and yes, I did get to stay home from co-op today. THOUGH I'm not *exactly* caught up (that would take many, many straight hours of writing), I did get quite a bit done today. Sooo....
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Favorite Line:
“This is Mission Control.” Said the
man’s deep voice. “Ready for liftoff?”
“Affirmative.”
Marcus said solemnly, nodding approval to Preston beside him.
“Starting
engines now.” Preston turned a dial and the ship roared to life, rumbling
beneath our feet and over our heads.
“T-minus
60, 59, 58…”
My breath
caught as the countdown started. I had nothing to do for now except strap in
and organize myself for launch. Red strapped in next to me.
“45,
44, 43…”
Preston’s
fingers flew over the keys and buttons on his panel. Marcus sat in
anticipation, his hand poised over a little numerical keyboard.
“39, 38,
37, 36…” Sitting back, Preston set his left hand on the armrest and lingered
his other hand over a final lever. Marcus’s fingers started to tremble.
Suddenly he sat bolt upright, bright, intense fear in his eyes. His hand
dropped from the keyboard.
“What are
you doing?” I yelled at him over the tremulous noise.
“I can’t…”
Marcus looked back at me, pleading.
“23, 22,
21…”
“You have
to!” I screamed. The men on the other side of the screen were apparently
oblivious to our situation. Preston and Red were alarmed, but neither could do
a thing.
“15, 14,
13…”
I
unstrapped myself and stumbled over to the captain’s seat. Marcus sat,
statuesque and white as marble.
“10, 9, 8…”
I tore him out of the seat and strapped myself
in. He tripped over to my own seat, and fumbling with the buckles, managed to
get himself tied in.
“5, 4, 3,
2, 1…Please key in launch code ‘030’.”
I did as he
said, my fingers typing in the numbers as quickly as possible. Nodding, I
signaled Preston to complete his final launch duty.
“Liftoff.”
Preston threw the lever forward, and we were instantly pressed against our
seats at the sheer power of the craft. I wanted to turn my head, to see Marcus
as he sat behind me in my own seat. But since the force did not allow me too, I
could only imagine his face.
A face of
pure fear, of pure shame.
Heheh, sorry for the extensive writing excerpt. I'm just really thrilled with this part :) So, pray that I keep up on the writing a lot a day, because it's necessary. VERY necessary. The motivation is so hard, ya know?
Anywho...see ya!
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