Puzzle Pieces

Eliza

When I woke up I could feel something warm trickling down my check.

I raised my finger to it and took a look.

Blood. It didn't matter but I was bleeding.

I made it.

I made it to the planet, which in the past few years, had caused me so much distress. Or, at least I made it somewhere.

The good thing is, I'm not dead yet.

The rocket would be damaged, question was, could I fix it?

I was a mechanic back on base. I'm good at fixing things. But it was basically the worst job you can get besides janitor.

My mom was an astronaut in training and my dad was nonexistent as far as I knew. I had never met the guy.

I should get out of this stolen rocket. See how bad the damage is.

See if I'm actually here.

God, I hope so.

I started to climb out. I kept my spacesuit on just in case the air wasn't breathable.

I opened up the door and walked out.

I'm here. I'm actually here.

I threw my hands up in the air and screamed "yes!" for what seemed like forever.

I pulled out my Oxygen Filter 3000 and checked if the air is clean.

Yes. It was.

I took off my helmet and breathed in the sweet smell of fresh air.

And then immediately choked because of all the dust.

The next breathe was better, and less dusty.

I still coughed, but I knew that it would soon be better.

I was home, for now at least, on this insanely dusty planet.

Now it's time to radio and FaceGram everyone back on Earth about this stupid planet. The stupid planet that no one believed me about.

Well, some people did. But they locked me up to make sure that I never told a soul.

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First chapter!