His jumpsuit is laying in a crumpled heap from last night. Smith picks it up with a heavy sigh, and smooths out the wrinkles in the aeronautics emblem on the back. A silver space jet soars through a starry sky, over Mars and the New cities that were built when Smith was only a child.
Ever since, this had been his dream.
Smith’s eyes land on his busted knuckles, and his wistful thoughts turn sour.
Childhood dreams aren’t as easy as they seem.
Rating: Teen (for language)
CW: mentions of bruises/injuries, fighting/bullying, homophobia, anger, and anger management issues. If I need to tag anything else, let me know.