Experiment. Fail. Learn. Repeat.

We were on the bus driving along the road. My best friends Jacqueline and Evan kept asking me the same exact annoying question again and again.

“Are we there yet?”

“No.”

“Are we there yet?”

“No stop it you two.”

“Are we there yet?”

“No. We. Are. Not”

“Are we there yet?”

NO.”

“Are we there yet?”

“N- Wait a minute.”

I hesitated as I looked at the structure standing in front of me.

“You have the window seat. And we know you are going to say no but are we there yet?” Asked Evan.

“Yes.” I replied in awe at the site before me.

“Wow, didn’t see that coming.” Evan said despite her shock.

We had finally arrived at The Academy of Sciences, San Fransisco, California. We were visiting there for a school field trip. I was  in third grade at the time so I tended to exaggerate a lot in my speech. Like I did today:”THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I HAVE SEEN OUT OF ALL THE SCHOOL TRIPS WE HAD. HOW CAN YOU NOT BE EXCITED. THIS IS LIKE A DELICACY FOR OUR EYEBALLS. SOMEONE PLEASE HOLD ME.” I said that in my mind so no one else had heard.  Luckily my two friends seemed to have had the same thought because while we waited for the chaperone we started babbling about how amazing the architecture was how excited we were to go inside. Since my dad and another chaperone were both chaperoning , it took forever for him to get there.

When we entered a gargantuan skeleton of a Tyrannosaurus Rex greeted us, it’s feet looked like it was in the position of pouncing at it’s prey. It’s mouth had rows and rows of sharp jagged teeth, I could almost imagine it ripping up a herbivore. As we walked closer I realized just how small we really were compared to this magnificent carnivore. The dinosaur itself is 40 feet( 12 meters.) While the average human’s height is 5 foot. So it is exactly 8 times taller than most people. Either way, it would tower above you like a skyscraper. As we continued on, my dad decided to let us explore a while with the other chaperone, and our teacher while he would meet us at the Early Humans Exhibits.

As we continued walking, we came to a stop at the rain forest dome. It was basically a large sphere built into the structure. But it was designed to look and feel exactly like a rain forest. Inside there were trees everywhere. There was a bridge and we started walking, it spiraled all the way around the sphere. ending at the bottom. At the top there were a bunch of areas where you were allowed to look at the view and sights. I stopped and looked. Below there was a pond with a cream colored crocodile swimming and greeting it’s visitors. The temperature was sticky and humid. The heat made my clothes stick to my callused and a sweaty skin. But what really made me want to stay was the butterflies fluttering endlessly everywhere. A beautiful blue and black butterfly land on my outstretched finger. It had actually stayed there for about 5 to 10 minutes. My other friends attempted to get a butterfly but had failed multiple times until finally a butterfly landed on each of there fingers and stayed there. For 4 seconds.

As we continued to walk we slowly started to merge into the underwater tunnel. I watched as I slowly walked through the underwater tunnel. I saw fish of all types. But my favorite was a beautiful whale shark swimming along in the distance. When we reached the end of the tunnel, we arrived at the entering area of the aquarium. There were tanks and walls of glass everywhere. One of my favorite ones was a tank that took up an entire wall. It was filled with small fish swimming through the murky waters. As we looked around, I noticed that unlike other aquariums, they filled the small tanks with natural rocks and sea stones just like the large tanks, instead of artificial colored “rocks.”

About an hour or two had passed since we arrived. The entire grade was called for lunch in one of the main rooms near the entrance. As I ate my sandwich and water, I made plans with my friends on what we should visit next with the maps we were each given. I put my trash in the recycling and walked along. We next visited the Space and Exploration area. (Since each place in the museum was so large, it took us a while to look at each of them.) We saw a small place where you could try on a space helmet. It felt huge and heavy against my skimpy shoulders. My friends and I next went to a small spacecraft where you could climb in and sit in the seats. The seats felt leathery and firm. The craft itself was small and tight. It had at least a thousand buttons. Since there wasn’t much in that exhibit, when went to the Early Humans Exhibit, and met my dad there.

My dad led me and my friends to a glass case that had skulls from each human species. The Homo Erectus had small skulls. Thus leading them to have small brains as well. The Homo Neanderthalensis( or just The Neanderthals) had large thick skulls, therefore encasing a fairly large brain. Finally the Homo Sapiens had medium sized skulls, and supporting a bit of a smaller brain. But definitely larger than a Homo Erectus’s. Each skull( besides the Homo Sapiens skull) looked extremely old and aged. It looked almost tarnished. Beside the glass case was a taller and thinner one. But encase inside was the skeleton of one of the first humans( Homo Erectus.) It was very short and looked extremely skinny and frail. We looked around some more and read the information given in each case and artifact. The next exhibit we went to was the animals one.It showed there skeletons and fossils. They even showcased a couple dinosaurs.

It was 1 o’clock. Time to leave. As we boarded the bus, I looked at the museum one last time before I settled in my seat.

I am a rebel.

Rebellion. That word is probably what represents 80% of our spiritual blood. For most people, it’s hard to find that they have it in them. You could be the most proper person in the world. And yet most of you is made up of a renegade’s blood. People who show acts of rebellion radiate on people. They inspire them to follow there own beliefs and truths. They encourage people to follow what their heart has been shouting at them ever since their soul was introduce to the world. Nowadays people tend to stay low in there comfort zone, they don’t hound for new adventures. They don’t stand up for what they believe is right. Radioactive. The one word that can describe a person that has the blood of a renegade, and the heart of a rebel.

All my life I was running, running for myself and more. I didn’t care what the other teens my age said about me. I was standing up for me. I was standing up for what I believed in. I didn’t realize until now how much of an impact you could make doing thing like this. Especially since I’m only twelve, and I am a female artist standing up for what I think is right for not just for my school, but for everyone. Not just me.

“As a young artist myself, I believe that art not only increases scores in an average student’s comprehension, but can create a huge impact on the students life. Physically and mentally in there health and lifestyle. It can clear a students mind from the conflict of everyday problems and abnormality’s. Art is all about expressionism, letting a student express themselves in this way, allows them to not only feel calmer, but make them a better student. For years you have told the student body that you would create an art room in the school for students to go in and out of with there classes. I haven’t been seeing that for the six years I have been here. Though I am in sixth grade I still care about the education of the next generation. Therefore I would like you to introduce art to the young children here.”

After I was done with my speech, the principal just sat there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“But we have art appreciation days in each classroom.” He said

 “But that is not enough.” I said.

“I am surprised by your determination, you’re a true rebel aren’t you? He said with a sly smile.

“I don’t now about that sir, but what I do know is that these students, you have no idea what I have seen from them. They are going through things you can’t even imagine can happen to a child as young as they are out there.”

“But we have nothing. You have nothing, unless you can start a hit fundraiser, I don’t understand how you could.” He said with a sad smile.

“But I have faith.” I said with more confidence.

“I will consult with the head superintendent of the district.” He said.

Right then and there I knew that it was going to happen. I saw that my prediction was correct when the next day, the head superintendent was signing a paper stating that they would spend the next school year spending, saving and retrieving for the new art room installation. But what really had surprised me was how students started to start there own rebellion,consulting with teachers, principles, and other staff and head specialists about change and new additions to improve the school for future generations. I was shocked to see that I was the first student to ever rebel against a principle. I continuously slipped pieces of my art and work into the offices. Representing the acts of hate against the fact that there was not art.

When people ask me things like  “What are three words to describe you” or “How would you describe yourself?” All I can say is I’m a rebel.

( This is a true story.)

Counting Stars

Hope. I used to think that word was a miracle. A word that could help and heal. A word that can rebuild and restore. A word that can keep a kind and good soul immortal. It used to be my favorite word. I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world to have this word as my actual name. But not now. I don’t trust this word. Not anymore. Not after what happened. They said hope can heal him. I believed them. That was the worst decision of my life.

“Hope.” There was a painful pause as I walked up to my best friends mother, she had a pained look on her face. It was easy to tell that she spent her nights crying and her days grieving. My steps were shaky as I walked slowly across the shiny hospital room floor. “He want’s to see you Hope.” She said with a pained smile. My hands shaked as I opened his room door. He was laying on his bed, his face brightened as I walked beside his bed. “Hey Leo.” I said, forcing a sad smile. His mom was watching us from the doorway. Her head leaning on the cold hard wood.

“You know what one of the nurses told me today when she was feeding me lunch?”

“What did she say?” I asked

“Hope will heal you, hope heals every soul.”

I smiled the biggest grin I could muster in weeks.

“So will you heal me Hope?” He asked with a little smile.

“I will, I promise.”

“I feel better already.” He said.

I got up to leave, but before I did he said. “Don’t forget to count the stars.”

“I won’t Leo.”

‘See you tomorrow Hope.”

“Same to you Leo.”

He died the next day at 7:22 am, on Friday February 16. He had died of heart failure. But I think he died because hope didn’t heal him. I didn’t heal him. His dark brown hair would never wave in the wind. The fingers that would never build another contraption. The eyes that would never see the stars.

I sat on the beach my dark chestnut waves of hair, flowing in the smooth wind. I live in a beach house, living so close to the beach means that there are literally no signs of the city. Just my house. Every night I walk out to the beach and sit on one of the high rocks sitting on the smooth fresh sand. And I count the stars. Now what I mean by that is I just sit. All I do is look, listen, think, and feel. The only action words that matter to me. Leo and I have been doing this since we were seven. We’re thirteen now. It’s been three months since he died.

I looked at my wrist, scars and scratches on my upper arm from climbing rocks. I inspected my face in the clear water. Eyes changing colors like a kaleidoscope. Thick long lashes. Lips the color of roses. Cheeks a light pink. Leo used to call me Snow White because he thought my face looked exactly like it was depicted in the fairy tales. But I hated being called a princess. But now I see how he thought I was.

Not only did my looks change, but my thoughts did as well. I usually didn’t trust hope. Especially after what happened. But I realized that even when someone, or something doesn’t get the ending they deserve, they will still have hope. Leo was in so much pain. He’s relieved from it all now. He won’t have to suffer trying to look at our solemn faces. Hope can come in different ways, whether it helps or not. Whether it heals or not, or if it rebuilds or not. One trait can’t decide your fate. It can’t define your destiny. But it can help you. It took me a long time to understand that. I continued thinking as I counted the stars, hoping that Leo was to.

Mankind tends to ponder about one question that has never been answered… What is our purpose?

Every time I walk through a store, a restaurant, or any man made structure in general, I feel bad. I get this weird feeling, my mind is  like It’s okay, just walk in, you’ll be out in no time. But my heart is telling me Think of the animals that used to thrive here, think of the vegetation we destroyed building this monstrosity… A lot of times I tend to think How did we get to this point? But it’s rare that our questions ever start with the word why. Our ancestors used to be little specks. Look at us now, walking straight, our skulls holding a medium-sized brain. If a human from around 1400 bce was able to see into the future, they we see people wearing odd cloths, holding shiny little thin rectangles that glowed in there painted hands. They would see that on there heads there hair was either done in odd ways, or they wore weird  pieces of cloth shaped to fit around their heads and protect them from the rays of the sun.

Homo erectus “the upright man” was the first hominid to ever step foot on Earth. Looking into the depths of these times reminds me of how our ancestors were the first for everything. Our evolution has changed so much, that most people in the world that are old enough can claim the word descendants. It’s so cool to think that we as humans, as people each and every one of us as individuals has started an evolution. Homo Neanderthalensis or better known as the  Neanderthals, are very close to modern humans. In fact we share 99.7% of our DNA with this species that went extinct 40,000 years ago.  Though having bigger brains, they had similar features, except being extremely tall and burly They would often hunt and occasionally gather, they created the first tools using rock and obsidian, and discovered fire. But there is one species that I don’t need to explain because Homo Sapiens don’t need to be explained by other Sapiens.

Our evolution has changed and evolved like a pine tree loosing and growing each needle from it’s branches, from the first war, to the Declaration of Independence being signed by the most powerful people in the United States. In the 14th century the Black Death killed  75 to 200 million lives. It’s fascinating how life can so easily come, and then be taken so quickly. Okay, snap your fingers once. 100 million trees have just been cut around the world. 100 million lives have perished. Snap your fingers again. 100 babies were just born. Life can come, and death can come just as fast. Think of the Natives that lived in America. Though the Native American settlements had a simple and healthy lifestyle, they soon became a more modern society when the Europeans had settled with them a while later. Our ancestors lived of there own crops and natural medicines, They weaved there own clothing and built there own insulated homes. Probably the most efficient way of living . See what I mean by how much our world and lifestyles have changed?

Picture a moment when the American Revolution first started. Next to that moment, imagine that one amazing moment in time when Mahatma Gandhi led the Salt March in India for freedom from the British. War and peace. What I like to think is that humans were brought to the Earth to bring and teach intelligence, to each and every generation that comes. I like to believe that each generation is a drop of the sun. Each family is one of the sun’s rays. Each person is one of the sun’s atoms. Together we strive, divided we fall. Divided we are all just separate little molecules that don’t make up anything or create anything at all. Together we make up the sun. This incredible part of our history truly represents how extraordinary our revolution is.

I recently read the book Sapiens by Yuval Noah Harari. It is 676 pages of history and chronicles about our human history and how we came to be. The accuracy in this book is explicit, but what was really incredible was I could actually picture each part of the history like a movie playing in my mind, and that is every writers dreams. To produce a movie in the minds of the readers. My dad actually introduced this book to me. Turns out the President Obama has suggested this book and even said that it is “interesting and provocative.” I know that a lot of people have asked this question, I have asked this question of and over again, Why are we here?

Think Different

Think different. Those are the words that dominate the world, the words that bring inspiration and brought unity to innovators and creators around the world. But what a lot of people that haven’t noticed is that things don’t just happen in under a second, it’s not like “Oh hey, I just had this idea that could probably change the world.” And then the next day it was a hit. No. It’s the complete opposite. If you want to put a ding in the universe, you have to work your heart out for it. You have to pour your heart and soul into your work. It takes not only sweat, but blood and tears. Sweat that represent work, blood that represents hurt, and tears that represent regret. Work, hurt and tears. Those are the three things that represent eighty percent of the worlds population. Those were the three things that were embedded into Steve Jobs’s life.

I believe that in our blood, as Homo Sapiens, we were created to do something for the world. We are brought to the world to be innovators, to put a dent in the universe. It’s in our blood. In our DNA. In our hearts. That’s what I believe. That’s what Steve Jobs believed. Though he didn’t like to mention it. People think that he was either to harsh, to expectant, or to demanding. Stealing other peoples ideas, tinkering them into his own liking. People think he is a horrible person for denying that he is a father. He honestly didn’t have a single clue to what he was doing, let alone what he was doing to his descendants. He still felt the pain of his adoption and family history. I don’t blame him. Not at all. Because in my heart, I believe that just because you feel rejected, doesn’t mean you’re not selected. 

I just saw the movie today Steve Jobs, where they featured the series of events that happened from 1984 where they introduced the first Macintosh, to the point where they introduce a new computer in 1988. The director Danny Boyle really had impressed viewers with the way the movie had introduced every small detail into a scene that could define the next twenty minutes( well to Steve the next few years) of the movie. The actor Michael Fassbender perfectly portrayed Steve Jobs with explicit emotion and characteristics.

A lot of people tend to think that either there not working hard enough, or they haven’t gotten their goal to the point they wanted it to be in right away. But all you have to do is just remember to do the thing that drives every mind and soul. Think Different.

 

Huntsman

My chest felt like thousands of arrows were piercing into my lungs. My legs and arms felt like bags of wet sand. “Do what I say, before I kill you with my bare hands!” The evil queen yelled from across the room as I crumpled to the obsidian floor. “How do I know if I can trust you, that I can trust that you will give me my heart back?” I retorted back. Then a sharp pain spread across my limp body like poison rapidly about to reach my brain. With a weak breath I was able to muster one sentence. “I will do it, but you will regret your decision as quickly as you are going to regret doing what you just did.” I watched as the dust fell from her bony hands, the dust that was once my heart. The heart that once supported a life and soul. Now I had no emotion, no soul, no heart.

I found myself in the woods, the queen sent me to kill, to kill the one person she despises most. The name Snow White repeated in my mind like a child ridiculing another. I first saw her wandering the woods. Her hair was as black as night, her cheeks were as rosy as spring flower, Her lips were the color of blood. I came close to her, reaching for my dagger slowly. She instantly realized that her death was coming close. Her kind smile fading away, as she said “She sent you here didn’t she?” I came closer, and whispered “If you can’t hide, run, and if you can’t run, hide.” I watched her run, running far away.

I blindfolded myself and took out my bow, putting in an arrow as well. I fired. This helped me think. But I saw something I never wanted to see in the first place. The carcass of the sleek creature lay on the soft grass, blood seeping down from it’s neck to it’s soft fur near it’s stomach. It’s tail lay limp and lifeless. It’s eyes were pure black, shining in the light. The beautiful eyes that would never see a single soul. The soft fur ears that would never hear the songs of the forest birds. The legs that would never run on fresh soil. The dead deer laid in front of me, dead. The arrow I shot it with was pierced into it’s heart, I took out the heart and put it in cloth to represent Snow’s. It was know the heart that would never beat, the heart that will never bring a single breath.

The bones are the cage of a wild soul. The home for a wrath so strong and bold. A yearning so strong and so unwise. A longing so deep and painful inside. A decision worthy of a painful death, a task so hurtful and agonizingly set. A past so harsh and cold. A body so strong, burly and alive. And yet so dead inside. Wild eyes, a fatal  mind. A weak heart, but will decide. the fate that he sets upon himself, that will quickly escape and reveal oneself.

I am the huntsman, the one who kills. The one who sends each soul to there deaths. The soul with no heart.

Besides gravity, nothing can pull me down.

About 4.6 billion of years ago, our solar system was nothing but a solar nebula (dust particles and gas formed into a cloud) Later on a planet was forming, it’s rocky core was being brought to life with strong elements binding into one. Light material floated to the top making up the crust, the denser material sinking back to the core. Our home planet was formed. 4.5 billion years later something forty light years away is catching our attention. Lets just say that it includes a few Earth-sized exoplanets. Specifically, seven of them. And they could potentially be suitable for life.

Scientists recently found a small star located near our solar system forty light years away. Nearby the star, there are seven Earth sized planets rotating around it’s sun. They have named the system the Trappist-1 System. Researchers have concluded that the each planet may be suitable for life, considering the fact that it may have liquid water, gravity, and oxygen. Traveling one light year away would take thirty seven thousand two hundred years to just travel for one year. Now multiply that by forty. So if you were to travel to that solar system it would take you one million four hundred eighty-eight thousand years just to get there.

Though we won’t be able to send astronomers there in our lifetime, scientists are developing an idea where they will attempt to put a set of people to sleep( not the kind they do to animals.) and send them there, they will be asleep until they arrive. Once they awake, they will be able to start there own space colony. Just the thought of other planets that could possibly support life is just incredible. It’s extraordinary to see things like this unfold before us, especially when we still have so much to live up to in our lives.

  • An artist’s depiction of the view from one of the planets.
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Renegades

Ever since I started my blog, I mentioned little about my personality, but more than I needed about my interests. So I decided to not write an entire post about myself, I instead wrote a poem. As you can probably tell, I like to use the word “renegade” in most of my work. It is my favorite word, because it’s meaning is free and rebellious. So hear is one word to describe and define me. I am a renegade.

I am different, I stay away, from those who run, and those who wait.

I am clueless, I despise hate, I fear the worst, for those who are too late.

I’m not pretty, and I’m no deity, for I stay alive, I am soaring free.

I like the quiet, I hate the noise, that is blocking out my soul and mind.

I am free, I am strong, I am wise, I am smart. I run, I climb, I swim, I ride, I do everything but lose my mind.

I am a renegade, just a renegade, nothing else. I’m nothing more.

 

 

 

Nebula (Part 1)

“Alya Braxton.” Please report to the main office.” Alya Braxton.” I was in Science Class dissecting a chicken’s heart with my partner when I heard my name being called from the loudspeaker. I was startled and nearly dropped the tweezers I was using.

All eyes were on me, while I got up to go. I went straight to the main office. But while I was going, all the teachers were all staring at me and smiling. I was extremely confused and didn’t know what to do. But none of that mattered because what was about to happen next was going to change my life forever. When I finally reached the main office, I opened the door and I saw my mother, the principal,  and the vice principal. They all had huge grins plastered on their faces and it looked as if there smiles were too big for their faces. “Honey, you won’t believe what just came in the mail.” My mother said. Then just as I was about to ask what it was, the principal handed me an envelope. “Your mother told us that you have written several letters to the NASA space station in hopes of getting a response.” Well, I think you will be surprised to see what’s inside that envelope.

My mother handed me the envelope, my hands were shaking as I opened the seal. Then I saw the words that changed my life. “You have been chosen to go help  NASA for a very special mission that only you can do.” My jaw dropped as I continued reading the letter, and when I finished, I was in complete shock.

I was going to space. I was going to help NASA with a special mission. I was going to do something that nobody in there right mind would do. I was going to live on a spacecraft  for a year in the middle of space. I let this all sink in, then I finally burst. “I’M GOING TO SPACE, I’M GOING TO SPACE, I’M GOING TO SPACE!” I said that right there in front of the principal. But she just smiled as I jumped in excitement. You see. Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be an astronaut. I wanted to be nothing else but an astronaut. Ever since I found how I can send NASA letters, I started writing letters saying how much I wanted to travel to space.

I saw a smile come across my mother’s face. “Your father would be so proud.” She whispered in my ear. Then I asked “ What about you?!” Oh don’t worry about me! You will be able to contact me and video chat with me while you’re in the spacecraft. “ Oh.” I just thought that…” “ Don’t worry.” My mother said.

The next day, I got more information on my trip to space. Here is the letter I got:

 

The reason for this mission is because in the future NASA is planning to send teens to space. And possibly take them to missions like going to a different planet. So we decided to take 2 teens to be sent into space to do a mission for us. We want to see how a teen like you can be affected by a year in space. Best of luck.

I was ready, I was ready for the adventure of a lifetime, I was ready to make my dream a reality. I was ready to change the world. Of course that would take a while. But what’s an adventure without a few challenges?

My mother told me that since I was going out to space and only missing 2 months of school, I wouldn’t have to worry about finishing the 8th grade. You see, the reason my mom said that is because I get straight A’s in literally anything. Including math and science. That’s the reason why NASA chose me to go out into space. So going straight to high school would be no problem for me.

When I went to school the next day, everyone was staring at me like I was a celebrity or something. After a few minutes I figured out why everyone was acting so odd. You see, the day I got the news about me going to space. I told my best friend Piper Kendrick over the phone. We have been best friends ever since we were in diapers. So it didn’t seem right for me to keep this from her. But in my excitement, I forgot that Piper was the Queen of Gossip. So I figured that she texted the whole school about my voyage to space. But I didn’t mind, I just continued walking toward my classroom. But as I walked toward the classroom. The once crowded halls parted ride down the middle like magic. When I walked into science class, I sat into my desk and put my book bag down as my teacher, Mrs. Sterling, gave out our grades for our recent assignment.

As usual, I got an A+ on my assignment about the Middle Colonies. My teacher called up students to present their reports to the class. After I did. My teacher called me up to her desk. She said that the office called and that they wanted me to come see them.

I walked into the principal’s office, and met with the vice principal, and the principal. They told me that my training will start next week, and that I will be missing school for over 2 to 3 months.(Luckily there was only 2 months of school left.)

The next day was normal. I was glad that I was NOT being treated like a queen again. NASA had sent me a list of the things that I needed to bring for my year-round trip to space:

List of the MAIN things you need to bring for your year-round trip to space:

1 pair of shoes for the treadmill

1 pair of shoes for the bike

1 pair of exercise shorts for every 3 days of exercise

1 T-shirt for every 3 days of exercise

1 pair work pants/shorts for every 10 days

1 pair underwear for every 2 days

1 pair socks for every 2 days

2 sweaters

Hygiene Supplies

Health Supplies(if need.)

Music

Books

Internet Cable Computer

Clothes

Photos of family and friends(if needed)

The ISS will be provided with a year’s worth of food and water for you. The reason we want you to bring books and music is because it will relax you from the stress of being away from family or friends for too long. The internet cable computer is to keep in touch with family and friends whenever you want.  Always remember to act as if you are having a normal lifestyle and that it is just living in outer space with 0 gravity. We are looking forward to your presence at NASA.

 

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Today I started packing.  I told Piper and my teachers that I will be staying at NASA for my training so they knew I would miss school.  When I told  Piper, she started crying.  “Alya, I know that you’re only going to be gone for  a year and 2 months, but I am still going to miss you so much.”

That kind of made my heart hurt for a while, I was going to be away from my mother,and all my loved ones. I was glad that NASA was going to give me 2 days to say my goodbyes to everyone.

As NASA instructed, I packed everything they asked. I added in my guitar as well.  I put them all in one of my suitcases and put the suitcase beside my door. As I flopped back onto my bed, my mom walked inside. (I don’t bother making her knock.) She told me to come into the living room. She patted the space next to her on the couch and then there was a small silence. Then my mother started talking. “I know that you will be out in space for over a year, and I know you will be staying at NASA for 2 months for your training, so I decided to give you something that will help you last without us for the year and 2 months.”

She then handed me a small white box that had a little bow on it. I opened the box, and inside I saw a small gold locket with an A carved into it , I then opened the locket and saw a small pictures of my mother, and, my… Father.  The locket was the kind that played music when you opened it. But when I opened mine the soft tune sounded familiar.

Then I realized that it was the lullaby that my father would sing to me when I was little. Just hearing the little tune made my heart warm. Hot tears started forming in my eyes as I continued listening to the song. When I was only 4 years old my father signed up to be in the Navy. Every single day, I would beg him to stay home and not go. But pleading didn’t get me very far. When the dreaded day of his departure arrived, I ran into his arms and cried. I don’t remember much after that, but seeing a large truck outside our porch.

Every month, my mother and I got at least 2 to 3 letters from my father.  But on the month of May the letters stopped. We didn’t get any letters for about 2 months.  But then on July 4th we had gotten a letter. I ran over to my mother and kept asking her what it said. But a few seconds after I asked, she had burst into tears. My father’s funeral was held a week after the 4th of July. It still hurts.

My mother fastened the locket around my neck. She told me that the locket had belonged to my father’s grandmother. I finally realized where my father had gotten the song from.  This locket was probably going to be the most precious thing that I will bring to my trip.  I turned over the locket so it’s backside was facing me. Then I saw a small heart engraved in it. It turned out that the little heart opened.  I opened it and inside I found a small piece of paper rolled onto a piece of small red ribbon.

My mother asked what was inside and I just said, “Nothing.”  I then thanked my mom for the wonderful gift and then ran to my room.  I then went to my bay window and opened the tiny little scroll.  I instantly recognized the tiny handwriting. It was my father’s.  It was a note. Here’s what it said:

Alya, I hope these words inspire you to follow your heart and always dream.  I know you will be a great astronaut someday. I know your future will be great.

Love, Dad

 

It was my last day. I was going to leave for training. I wasn’t going to be back, for a year and 2 months.  The NASA headquarters was located in Pasadena, California. I lived in San Francisco, California.  So it would just be a long drive to training.

My mom decided that all my relatives should come, because none of them new I was going to space. I asked her if I can invite Piper and she said yes. Everyone started arriving at around 5 o’clock. My mom had made a bunch of things for Dinner. From pasta to a big red velvet cake made by my aunt. After I filled my plate, I sat right next to Piper. We both tried to just chat and peacefully eat our feast, but my relatives kept asking a TON of questions, like, “When will your training start?”” Are you scared?””Why are you going?””How long is it?””Is there a bathroom in the rocket?”

I quickly answered all of the questions, then I finally got back to talking with Piper.  Before I knew it, everyone had left. It was 10 o’clock we had to get on the road at about 6 o’clock in the morning. My mom and I were both super tired. I was all packed for tomorrow. I started to climb the stairway to my bedroom, but then my mother called after me. So I came back down, and she hugged me.  I then went back upstairs and fell asleep to the sound of the rain against our roof. Morning came quickly. I woke up at the sound of my alarm beeping, I went to the bathroom brushed my teeth, took a shower, combed my hair, and put on my clothes. I then went downstairs to eat breakfast.  I opened the fridge and saw a tray with a small bowl of fruit salad with a mound of cream, a stack of big fat pancakes, fresh squeezed orange juice, and a small note saying: “ Hope you enjoy this breakfast! I love you! – Mom ✰  P.S. I am getting ready to go so if you need me, I will be upstairs.

I walked into the living room and sat on the bay window and started to eat.  I thought about everything that I was about to experience.  I was just sitting there thinking. But then the sound of my mother’s footsteps on the stairs snapped me out of my thoughts. “ALYA! ALYA! COME ON WE GOTTA GO!” COME ON COME ON COME ON!” Yelled my mom, as I rushed to my feet and put my dishes away.

We quickly went to the car and buckled our seat belts. I checked my watch what time it was and it said 6:27. Since we lived in San Francisco, it would take us exactly 5 hours and 37 minutes to get to the NASA headquarters.  So we would be there around 12:07. I took out my phone from one of my suitcase pockets, and my earbuds. I listen to some music for about a half hour or so. Then I got a bit, bored.

So I took out my sketchbook and started to draw. I drew a picture of Miles. But not just a small sketch. An actual photo realistic drawing. Miles is my best friend. We both met in band, playing and singing our hearts out. We both write songs and we even won an award in our school for writing the best songs. But then he moved but we always text each other and video call. Did I mention I have a crush on him. He is so nice, and loves music as much as me.

Then I drew pictures of my mom, and my dad. I looked at the picture in the locket since I didn’t remember much of  how he looked like. It was so long ago that I didn’t know what it felt like to sit in his lap, or what his voice sounded like. I was glad to have a picture of him in my locket.

As my mom continued to drive, I started to think. What was my mom going to do while I was gone? She used to work at the library down the street, shelving books, reading a few stories to the younger kids. But she then decided to quit and stay at home to take care of me. Now that I was going to be gone for a long time I didn’t know what she would do.Maybe she would start working there until I came back. I wanted to ask her but I wanted her to stay focused on the road.

We were here. After 5 hours and 23 minutes we have finally arrived. There were a few tears in my mother’s eyes as we drove over to the building. Once we stopped the car we saw a tall man and a few other people walking toward us. Once he became close enough I saw that he wore round glasses and wore a tie with little pictures of the International Space Station on it.

I got out of the car slowly and my mom too. We both just stood there. Then she hugged me. I hugged her too but harder. I wanted her to come with me to space. Then as if she read my mind, she said. I will always be there.” Then she put her hand on my heart. Than she got back into the car but didn’t start driving yet. We both watched the man walk over to us.

“ Hello there, my name is Dr. Watson.” I am the flight director.” It is a pleasure to meet you Ms. Braxton. “It is an honor to be meeting you sir.” I replied. “Welcome to the NASA HQ.” You are officially going to be the youngest person to ever go to space for a year.” I realized that he was actually correct. I was going to be the youngest. Take that Gherman Titov.

“There are days that define your story beyond your life, like the day they arrived.” – Arrival

Many people say that the pen is better then the sword. But are words better than combat? I always believed that there were different types of ways to communicate and protect yourself in a situation that leaves no clues. In a problem that leads to no answer. But what would you do if twelve unidentified flying( well, more like hovering) objects went to specific places around the globe and stayed. Showing no sign of any encouragement of war. What if there was one of them nearby where you currently are? Would you runaway, or would you work up the courage to pick up your things and investigate?

Louise Banks an linguist( played by Amy Adams) along with Ian Donnelly( played by Jeremy Renner) lead a team to investigate the UFO that was nearby. But this was no ordinary expedition. You see the gravitational pull from where they came from is nothing compared to Earth like gravity. You see from the place they came from seemed to have very little gravity, thus forcing the investigators and soldiers to always be in a suit and have an oxygen tank. After finding out the atmosphere is breathable and safe, they constantly go in. Leaving with more answers and questions in hand. The octopus like creatures have there own language. They even have a species name for themselves. Heptapods. The creatures that push peace and discourage war.

The team start to teach the Heptapods our language, coming closer and closer to the answer to the long asked question. “What is your purpose on Earth?” But soon disaster strikes, other countries refuse to give in any more answers and are starting to declare war on the Heptapods. The mysterious creatures are understanding more, while the humans around the world are understanding less and less. Except one women.

I watched this last night with my family, and let me tell you. It is one of the best thriller movies I have seen. The story itself was incredible, and the way the movie was filmed was breathtakingly mysterious and thrilling. The director Denis Villeneuve captured perfectly how a real military team and group of scientists would work in a situation like this. But what was very impressive was that they didn’t add any actual serious action, but brought mystery and drama just by adding very serious and effective dialogue. Scientists and researchers have been asking this question for years and years. And I know that each and every person in our population has asked it as well. What is our purpose?