The James Journal Jun. 2014 | Page 4

3     Bjorn  in   Space   Bjorn stared at the white metal walls around him. He couldn’t believe he was finally here. The training at the academy, mentally and physically, had prepared him for this. Being a prince of Britain, The  space  shuttle  that  Bjorn  and  his  fellow   astronauts  w ere  on.   he never thought he would be eligible to go. Enticing people with his good looks and using his smarts, Bjorn convinced NASA and the crown he was the best candidate. Finally being here, though, was a glorifying achievement. Just then, there was an incoming transmission. “Rover, this is Houston, do you copy, loose contact with us for a little while, but we should be back on in at least two hours. Over and out.” That’s odd, Bjorn thought to himself. “Geoffrey, did you hear that?” “Yeah,” a deep voice said from the sleeping area. “Megara did, too. We can’t really over?” “We have a copy, over,” Bjorn replied. “There is a bit of a... situation down here,” the man said. “We are taking care of it, though. Over.” “What’s going on?” Bjorn said, and then quickly added, “Over.” “Nothing that we can’t handle. You may worry about it, though, because we can’t do anything about it.” Bjorn then started checking the gauges on the ship, when he looked out the window. He was still taking this all in, and seeing the earth below him like that was surreal. There were many clouds in the atmosphere today, but he thought nothing of it, and continued to check gauges.