Then the Morning Comes by Raederle
	Why? Stop asking, Radu. We can't answer your questions. Try to be like the other children and accept what is being taught now. But why can't I ask questions? I want to know. *sigh* What do you want to know so badly? Everything. Man, did that ever change quick. Who would have thought that it could be so wrong to ask questions? I never did. Still, slowly but surely, they taught me not to ask. Not to react at all, because they could see that curious look in my eyes. I'd get in trouble for that, too. How could I accept myself when they didn't? Then I got thrown away. Radu, if I ever say anything that you don't understand, you should ask what I mean. I know you know I don't like this job, but that's not your fault. I won't snap at you like I do with Mr. Band. He's goofing off. I know you're a serious student. I can see it in your eyes. My eyes are always betraying me. No matter how emotionless I keep my face, my eyes give me away. I guess that could be good, too. Catalina once said that when I got a little older, girls would be falling all over me because of my sensitive eyes. I kinda doubt that. I mean, they don't seem to notice them now. I'm barely noticed at all. It's not that I'm not trying to learn this stuff at the StarAcademy, it's just, it's so different from Andromedan engineering. Medicine. Science. Everything. Everything but math. That's the only thing that's the same. I think that's why I let them talk me into being a navigator. I mean, that's a good a job as anything, and my psi sense of direction will help if the nav controls break. I just can't imagine anyone listening to me long enough to take my directions. I think I failed my finals. I was failing most of my classes anyway. I know because I passed Ms. Davenport in the hall the other day and she gave me this disappointed look. She does that alot. She expected me to do really well, but if that's true, why did I get put in remedial classes right away? I think it's because of this test they gave me when I first got here. Why they put me in remedial, I mean. Something called an IQ. I got a 380 or something. I can't remember because at the time I was still trying to block out all the fuzz you hear where non-Andromedans live. Yeah, I think it was 380, but there was some problem about them not being able to score some of my responses. I guess a 380 IQ is really bad. I can't imagine what's going to happen to me. I can't go back to the colony. They don't want me back. Or they wouldn't have sent me here. And, I'm dumb, so the STARDOGS won't want me. Maybe I'll get a job moving rocks or something. Something where people don't have to depend on me to think. Yeah, that would be better for everyone. I... can't say I'd be too happy, though. Tomorrow Ms. Davenport is going to talk to us in the classroom. I hope she doesn't kick us out. I have nowhere to go. Besides, I bet Catalina and Rosie could make it if they wanted to. Harlan and Bova, too. Right now I'm kinda just laying here on my bunk waiting for the morning to come. I can't sleep because it's too quiet, and that's weird because I usually can't sleep if it's too loud. All the other cadets have already left for their week in space. Something's going to happen anyway. I hope it's something really dramatic. Cause I need something to change. I think we all do.