Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

   I wonder what space smells like. We see pictures and understand zero gravity. We know supplies they have to eat up there but what about smell. I wonder if other smells in hance, like their suits. Before anyone judges, I know we can't breathe in our space or we'll die. I wonder what they smelled. I can't imagine it was cherry. 

   I took a breath in and smelled his smoke. He must of got into my stash while I zonned out. I do that a lot actually. I go into my own world and forget everything around me. I don't mean to but it always happens. I imagine my parents yelling at me for my low grades; but even with that, I would enjoy their company. 

   "What goes on in there?"

   He exhales smoke and blows it slowly out of my window. 

   "I don't know. I always been this way. Is it wrong?"

   "I-I um..," He stuttered in thought. After a few minutes he lined up his thoughts and then gently spoke. "I think to some degree, it doesn't matter. I just worry seeing you in school."

   "You don't have to."

   "Don't- you did not." He looked seriously at me. "You dropped? How long? Why the fuck would you do that?"

   "I did it because you left. I did it because I was alone and even the teachers were giving up."

   It was quiet. He was disappointed. I could feel it like a lingering cold wind slipping past my skin and to my brain. He was always had the top grades. I could never be as good as him. 

   "Go back to Lowell with me."