Game On

Chapter 15

Ocean Ruck

January 14, 2145

I put my head back on the head rest, closing my eyes. I was really nervous. I didn't want to get iced. I wanted to stay there the whole six years, show them that I can be a good commander. That I can lead my own army. That I can destroy the aliens.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

The count down started.

I felt the urge to get up and run off. To run home.

"Six, five, four..."

I also felt the urge to throw up. Good thing I had the puke bag in front of me. But with all of those emotions, I felt like I had to stay there, to go on with what I'm committing six years of my life to do.

"Three, two, one, take off." The rocket started shake. My heart rate started to go through the roof. It was still so unreal. I felt like I was in one of my dreams. I don't dream a lot, but if I did, then I'd imagine it to look like this. I felt my body compress down because the rocket was lifting off the ground.

Too late to turn back now.

I was trying to calm down. I could barely move with all the G-force that was pulling me down. Because of that, I could barely breathe. So I was mostly holding my breath the whole time the take off was happening. I closed my eyes tighter. All of a sudden, every thing seemed to be lighter. I opened my eyes and relaxed my body. I looked down at my arms as they started to float upwards. I looked at Courtney. She was staring at her floating arms in amazement, too.

Finally, we're in space.

"Ali? Are you alright?" I heard a boy asked. I looked over and saw a boy, who was next to Ender. There was a pause.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Another boy said, then I heard gagging. The boy looked at Courtney.

"A bag! Get him a bag!" One boy screamed. Courtney reached into the seat pocket in front of her, and pulled a bag out quickly. She handed it to me, and I passed it to Ender, and Ender passed it to the boy which I believe his Ali.

Ali opened the bag, sticking his nose and mouth inside the bag, and started to throw up. Ender reached over and patted his back. Once Ali was done, he took his nose and mouth out of the bag, and started to cough. Some of his throw up started floating out of the bag.

"That's disgusting." I heard Courtney whisper.

"Ali if I were you, I'd close that bag right now." I looked over and saw Cornel Graff, holding on the two chairs and he was floating. I looked at Ali and saw him close the bag up real quick. We all looked at Cornel Graff.

"Okay, everyone. We will be at the station in less then ten minutes."