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The school bell tolls the beginning of the day. I take my seat for the attendance. Once again the teacher asks about the absentees beforehand, once again she asks about Sam. The mornings never change. The day passes on, we enjoy a rare free period, confined to the classroom however. Manas came over to my bench "Hey," he said as he sat down. "Hey, what's up? Something wrong?" I asked. "Oh, no, no... Just came over to ask about the club activities." "Oh, they've been going well. Valencia is running out of new places to go to, however." "There's a finite number of places to take photos in this town?" he asked sarcastically. I chuckled, "Yup, I think we won't be working together at one spot today. We can go wherever we like." "Hmm," he replied, "hey, do you mind if I ask you a question?" "Uh... Sure," "That photo you took way back when, the one of the dock," ...

I think I'm feeling a new kind of emotion. Shock doesn't quite describe it, neither does confusion. Flabbergasted comes closest, I guess. All I know is that for the first time since going unnoticeable, somebody, besides my parents, has noticed me. Maya Sanders of the photography club. She did it by pointing her camera at me. She could seemingly only see me through her camera. And once she saw me she didn't just forget again like how it happens when I simply blink. Coming home I slammed the door shut and leaned back onto it. My mom came to the door and looked at me. "What's the matter? Were you actually run-over this time?" she asked, half worried and half jokingly. "Somebody saw me," I simply told her. She blinked. "Sorry, what?" she asked clearly unable to believe it herself. "Somebody at school saw me," I repeated. "I don't think they knew who I was but they definitely saw me." "Oh, but th...

Journal Entry Captain Nathan C. Jackson Day 1 Today has been... productive? I am genuinely not sure if that is a euphemism or an exaggeration. On one hand, Asteri, Tara and I are more than ready to begin surface ops. On the other, Asteri and Tara are worried about sending me alone. Of course, Tara will come along, but she would hardly be in any position to help in the event the situation requires an extra set of physical hands. Also, I was not 'cleared' for surface ops. At first, I did not know what to make of that. Then my full pride in my rank as a Captain took over as I demanded to know what that meant. I am not particularly used to being told that I am not cleared to do something. Well, not since becoming an astronaut anyway. Apparently, before the advance team is sent down they must finish a training session to accustom themselves to the equipment. "But, I've been with the advance team. I would've finished that session, why do I have to do it again?...