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 Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 10:56 pm
(Letter Received July 9th, 2006 at precisely 11:00 p.m.)
Dear EaRtHKiD,
You have been chosen among thousands of youngsters from BiG-CiTy to take part in our first annual "Youth Space Excursions" Program. You may be asking yourself, "Why was I chosen?" Well, that is something you must figure out for yourself.
Have your bags packed by 12:00 a.m. July 9th, 2006 so that our representative can escort you to ThE*MoOn safely.
All the best wishes,
The Youth Space Excursions Team
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 11:00 pm
Author's Notes:This is a Journal I'll be keeping on my YSE Trip to ThE*MoOn. Please post all comments in my Critique and Comments thread at The Roost. (The link is at the bottom of this post.) Also... There may be images posted here later on, so keep a lookout. Thanks for reading my Journal! And finally, please fgeel free to answer the poll question! I need feedback, as I am cionsidering making this a Fanfiction someday. Here is the link to my Critique and Comments thread: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=4191279If the link doesn't work, please let me know! (I have a weird computer that doesn't like copying and pasting links for reasons unknown...) Thanks! And enjoy!
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 11:12 pm
(Continued from the first entry...)
Oh great! I thought to myself, What do I do now?
It was almost time to leave and I wasn't even near starting to pack. In fact... I had never even heard of this Youth Space Excursion Program, and I'd lived in BiG-CiTy as long as I could recall... But then again, it was their first program after all. Come to think of it... I don't even think I entered...
And since when was I considered 'youth' anyway? I'm 18, a legal adult, and I hardly can be considered youthful. I have a part-time job at the shoebox factory (and it's a very boring job, too) putting the stickers on the lids of the boxes. I have barely any time for fun.
Then again, having basically raised myself since early childhood would add to my unyouthfulness. My parents died in an accident when I was seven years old. I refused to live with my abusive aunt Lyndi, so I just "went for a walk".
What I mean by that is... I just walked until I figured I couldn't walk anymore. And that's when I ended up in BiG-CiTy. I just fainted at the poulation counter in front of BiG-CiTy Hall.
The factory owner, Mister Blank, took me in, but when I turned 14 and was considered able-bodied enough to work, I was no longer hgis responsibility. He kicked me out of his home and sent me to work for him.
So basically, I've got lots of baggage. But I'm beginning to think that taking a trip will help me sort some things out a bit...
(End of Entry Two)
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 12:24 pm
(Entry Three)
A taxi arrived fior me last nigt at 12:00 a.m., just as was indicated in the letter. I didn't get a good look at the driver, since it was so dark, but he was able to see just fine. How I noticed this was that he commented on my unusal hair color. (It's pink.)
He asked me a lot of silly questions, I think, to keep me from being homesick... But I sure as heck wasn't going to be homesick of a place like BiG-CiTy. Heh...
I spent most of the ride straining my neck in attemts to get a better look at the driver, since he had a very interesting dialect. He sounded like one of those salty ship captain types.
When we arrived at our first destination (to my surprise, there were to be more than one) the driver got out of the car with me and (yet again, to my surpise) I realized -- he was not human!
Yes, I know what you're thinking, "How cruel! He might just be sort of ugly or something and you're just exaggerating a bit."
WRONG!! He was... A turtly-looking fellow. In fact, I think he may definitely be a turtle.
I didn't ask him about it, thinking it might be rude, but he said, "Aye, missy, I be a Kappa."
"A what?" I aksed.
"Nar... Never mind, missy, ye'll be seein' a lot more bein's like m'self in time." he said. "Oh, an' by the way, call me Kapp'n."
"Uh... Okay. I'm--"
"I know. Yer EaRtHKiD. The CEO tol' me all about ye 'fore I showed up at yer apartment, missy."
"CEO?"
"Yar! Ye ask a lotta questions fer such a wee minnow. The CEO's the man in charge. He picked ye to be in the program."
"What's all this about a program, anyway?"
"Ye'll see in time." Kapp'n said with a wink.
(End of Entry Three)
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 8:00 pm
NOTICE!! Since this Journal does not seem to be going well... I am oficially ending it. Sorry to anyone who did read it! Um... I'll get back to you when I figure out how to get rid of the thread. (I'm still new to Gaia, hehe...)
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