This is part one, Troy’s story.~Troy’s Point of View~ “Here’s your registration, class schedule and house assignment. You are in the Bailey house, it’s out the main door about a quarter mile up the path. Welcome to NASA,” the clerk said, eyeing me with curiosity. Her lip curled a bit and her eyes squinted, not happy with her assessment of me. I inhaled her foul odor, diet high in fats, sugar and indulgence. I pushed myself to keep a neutral face. “Thanks, appreciate it,” I said, taking the packet and turning to walk out faster than necessary. I had to consciously think about my movements around others and it was seriously a hard thing to remember to do.
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