Hi.
My name is Ashley Peterson.
I was enlisted by the government to be a Space Explorer. A Space Explorer is someone that, you guessed it, explores space. Yup, it's pretty much going to be the greatest job ever. It's only the first day of training, but I've already made a ton of friends in what is legally called "SPACETRAINING110FACILITY12." No one calls it that, though. We all just call it the Space Academy.
I come from a small Florida town. Can't tell you what it is; stalking my parents isn't cool. Now I'm in L.A. for my training. The hazy atmosphere that we look through at night to study the stars and planets is supposed to be sort of like what it'll be once we're in space. It's bizarre, I know, but anything that'll help me survive when I'm not only away from my hometown, but away from my homeplanet is good in my book.
Why was I enlisted by the government?
I'm sixteen years old. The FBSI (Federal Bureau of Space Investigation) requested recommendations from a number of places, including public schools, colleges, and even workplaces from people sixteen and older, making me the bare minimum age. Anyway, all of my teachers except for one sent recommendations in for me. I was the only one in the county to get even one recommendation, let alone six. I was chosen, and I'm the youngest Explorer out of all fifty of us.
I guess I have to go now. Dinner, you know. If everyone isn't there, they assume you've dropped. Kinda gotta be there.
Love&Kisses,
Ash
