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Planet Calentine: Part 2

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Our tour guide showed us around the huge mansion. Occasionally, he asked if we had questions, but we didn't. In one area on the top floor, he seemed shaky and in a rush. Then I realized why. There was a doorknob camouflaged into the wall, making it nearly invisible. My first instinct was to ask what was inside of it, but that would probably make him keep an eye on me. I stayed shut until we were stopping for water. Sneakily, I got out of the group and got back to the weird door knob. I was surprised to find the door ajar. (Alex looks out door of classroom) I peeked inside and since nobody was inside, I went in and locked the door. I couldn't miss the 25 feet tall shiny white rocket in the middle of the room.

The rocket wasn't the only thing that took my breath. After rummaging through the files in the small black desk near the rocket, I found out that my small tour group and I were going to be sent to a planet called Calentine. The purpose of this was to find out whether or not we can live on that planet, and if there was a different species there. Basically, they were risking our lives just to find out some information.

The first thing I thought I should do is go back to the group and inform them, but then, after some thought, I knew what I had to do. I had to take this rocket and all the files, and fly to Calentine. Even if there wasn't anything on Calentine, I would still save the other people in my group. This plan made sense, so I grabbed as much food as I could and got in the rocket. It wasn't as confusing as it sounded, and besides, I had the manual. I had to turn it on and let it pre-heat itself for five minutes. When four minutes went by, there was a banging on the door. Finally, the five minutes was up and I was flying in the space in no time. I flew seven hundred thousand miles under the sun, and there it was. Planet Calentine was a gigantic planet, not solid of course. When I got in Calentine, all I remembered was the rocket hitting the ground with a loud boom.

I didn't remember the Calentinians rescuing me, but I had to go along with it because I was alive and all of them were saying it was true. I gave them all the files and told them everything I knew about Earth. After an hour of them reading the files, they told me that North America wanted to attack Calentine too. I became important to them because of all the information I had. They accepted me as a human which was a big leap from just killing me. Soon I was exploring Calentine, which is way different then Earth, except for the Greenland, which I'm in right now, losing conciseness.

When I wake up, I'm in a room as big as two classrooms. The walls are painted gray. The floors are white. There is a table in the middle of the room. Thirty chairs are ringing it. I'm on one of these chairs. Across the table is a large man with brown hair. He has a tattoo of a cape on his forehead. "She's awake," he says. "Good," says another man with a tattoo of an elephant on his nose. "Nichelle, we know this is a hard week for you, but we need to know whether or not you want to stay on our planet or go back to Earth. We'll give you a day to make up your mind. My name is Otano, by the way," he says. To me, it sounded like if they were using me this whole time, just trying to get information out of me. That doesn't stop me from saying, "I need to stay here because if I go back to Earth, they'll send me straight to jail." "Great. Carson will take you to your new home. Just follow him," Otano says. I get up and follow Carson, the brown haired man.

 

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