Cosmic

 

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Not exactly in the Lake District

 Mum,Dad-if you're listening-you know how I said I was going to south Lakeland Outdoor Activity Center with the school? To be completely honest,I'm not exactly in the Lake District. 

To be compcompletly honest, I'm more  sort of in space. I'm on this rocket, the infinite possibility. I'm about two hundred thousand miles above the surface of the Earth. I'm alright......ish.

I know I've got some explaining to do. This is me doing it 

I lied about my age. 

I sort of gave the impression I was about thirty. Obviously I'm sort of thirteen-ish. On my next birthday. To be fair,everyone lies about their age. Adults pretend to be younger. Teenagers pretend to be older. Children wish they were grown-ups. Grown-ups wish they were children.

It's not like I had to try very hard ,is it? Everyone always thinks I'm older than i really am,just because I'm tall. In St Joan of arc primary the teachers seemed to think that height and age were the same thing. If you were taller than someone, you must be older than them. If you were tall and you made a mistake-even if it was your first day-you got, 'you should know better, big lad like you.'

Why,by the way? Why should a big lad know better,just because he's big? King kong's a big lad. Would he know the way to the toilet block on his first day at school? When no one had told him? No, I don't think he would.

Anyway, a few hours back the infinite  possibility was supposed to complete a routine manoeuvre and basically it didn't. It rolled out of orbit, wrecking all the communication equipment, and now I'm very lost in space. I've brought this mobile phone with me- because it's got pictures of home on it. It's also got a. Audio-diary function. That's what I'm talking into now. Talking makes me feel less lonely. Unless you get this message you won't know about any of this because this is a secret mission. They said that if it goes wrong they're going to deny all knowledge of it. And is. There's five of us on board. The others are all asleep.

Can you believe that, by the way? We're In a rocket, spinning hopelessly out of control and into forever,and what is their chosen of action? 

A nap.

When we got manoeuvre just slightly wrong-just slightly enough to make us completely doomed-they all screamed for about an hour and then they dozed off. I can't sleep I can't get comfortable in sleeping bags because  they're always too small for me.      

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To be continued

 To be continued I'm soooooo sorry guys❗️

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