Chapter 2 I woke up to a knocking on the door, I stretched then walked over. I opened the door to see an Aid with a 2 on its uniform, “You are requested in your classroom,” the aid said, then immediately walked away. I looked at my lightline afraid I was going to be late, but it said 0545 huh that's weird, class starts at 0700 I got dressed in my jumpsuit then hurried to the room. When I entered I saw Crater standing against the wall beside the door. “Hey Nix, where you told why we were sent here?” Crater asked, looking confused. “Nope.” I shrugged, “The aid just said that I was needed here then walked away,” I explained. The door opened and the same aid that came and got me entered. “You were called here, because your instructor, Callsign: Dent, has been called away for urgent business. You will be moved to the Eruption flight, I will show you the way,” he said as he gestured to the door. Me and Crater looked at each other with worried looks, I knew someone in the Eruption flight, and let's just say he did not like me. “Right this way,” the aid ushered us towards the door and opened it.'' Follow me,” he said as he started to walk towards the elevator leading upwards where a few flight classes were held. I followed with Crater beside me, he gave me a meaningful look saying you okay? I nodded and looked away. We got in the elevator and the aid set it to level two. Great I thought I am now going to be in a flight that hates me, hurray. The elevator dinged and opened to an old woman with streaks of silver in her brown curly hair. “Here are the new students from Dents flight, Erine Pine callsign: Nix, and Atlas Zane callsign: Crater,” The aid gestured to both of us as he said our names and callsigns. “Thank you,” The woman said, excusing the aid “Welcome to Eruption flight,” she gestured to the large room with ten mockpits in the middle. “When the rest of the flight comes I want you to introduce yourself, I will let you get used to your new mockpit in the meantime,” she said with a kind yet stern voice. “Oh and Nix you are now Eruption six, and Crater you are Eruption four, I will pair you up with your wingmates when they come,” she again gestured to the mockpits, and left. I looked at Crater, we weren’t going to be wingmates, we were going to be with another. I looked at the mockpits and found the one with a red ‘6’ painted on it, I got in adjusting to the new feel, it was tough and clean, while mine was squishy and. . . Well loved. I saw Crater get into his own mockpit.
Chapter 2 continued “So,” I started “I guess we aren't going to be wingmates,” “Yeah,” Crater answered in a sad, disappointed voice, “I wonder who my new wingmate will be,” he added, trying not to let me notice his tone. I was mad, why did Dent all of a sudden have to go to another emergency? I liked Sunset flight, I liked being with Crater. I noticed I probably wouldn't be the flight leader either. I sighed slumping down in my seat. “I hope we get moved back after Dent’s done,” Crater said. I wanted to believe it but I didn’t, we would probably be stuck here for the rest of flight school, that's nearly two months, I thought frustrated. The door opened again and a tall girl came in, she had a light blue jumpsuit on and had black hair like Craters. “Are you crater?” she asked in a heavy accent. Crater looked at me then answered. “Yes,” he said slowly. “Who are you?” “I am Bellamy Helena, callsign: Slink,” She said, reaching out her hand to Crater, “You are my wingmate,” she added in her accent. Crater shook her hand briefly and I let out a sigh, of course, his wingmate was a girl. “Nice to meet you, Slink,” Crater said, being polite. I kept my eyes on Slink. She got into her mockpit labeled ‘3’. The door opened again and another girl came in and shook hands with me. “I am the flight leader,”she said smiling. “My name is Heather Eartha, callsign: Target, I will have you two introduce yourselves to the whole group once they arrive,” she continued copying the instructor. I nodded and smiled. The door opened again to let in a tall boy with blond hair, and an arrogant face. I sighed. His face had a ‘perfect’ smile on it ugh, I thought making a face disgustingly handsome. When he looked at me his face fell into a frown. “Right.” he said with a disappointed tone, he looked at my mockpit number and his frown grew deeper. “Perfect, I guess we are wingmates,” he said, getting into his own mockpit labeled ‘5’. I groaned, I hated him. And he hated me just because I was the best cadet and he knew it. I rolled my eyes at him then turned away. “Ugh,” Target said, probably used to the boy's attitude, “This is Damarcus Eason, callsign: slaughter,” she said with great difficulty. Another girl entered followed by a short boy. “I am Fiona Sana, callsign: Blink,” She said politely, shaking my hand. “I am Scipo Yandon, callsign: Butter,” he said, shaking my hand. I chuckled a bit as he climbed into his mockpit. The door opened a last time as the instructor came in. “And I am your instructor, call me Flinch,” She said. “Let's get started.”
