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ZENON ESCAPE
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER TWO

Zenon gasped to herself. Was he being serious? "Um..Greg, you dumped me."

"I'm sorry. I didn't think that I would get heartbroken, and eventually lose you."

"Greg, I have to go."

"Just think it over, and tell me in the morning. I have room 1924, down the hall from you. Alright?" Zenon nodded, and walked off.

Greg really still liked her? It felt weird to Ze. She had never thought Greg would ask her to be his girlfriend again.

As Ze reached her door, she pressed the code. The automatic doors opened, and Ze walked in. She sat down on her bed, and picked up her mom's stress helmet. She put it on, and yanked the chain. A little bit after, she fell asleep.

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Later that evening, Zenon met her friends in the Space Module cafeteria.

"Ugh- what the heck is that?" asked Margie, pointing to a lump of orange and green stuff.

"I have no idea, but don't get it!!" said Greg, who had just joined Ze, Neb, Margie, and Orion.

"Hi Greg," said Margie, batting her eyelashes.

"Uh- Hi Marge-" Greg looked oddly at Margie, being that he had told her to bug off him a long time ago.

"Hey, Zenon. Would you like some help with your tray?" asked Greg, putting a hand out.

"No thankyou. I think I will be able to manage." Zenon turned very red. They all walked to a 4-seating table, and added a chair.

"You got that- STUFF?" asked Margie, looking at what Orion had gotten.

"It's really not that bad, actually. It is just mash potatoes mixed with sweet potatoes and spinach." Margie, Nebula, and Zenon gagged. After that, they mainly just talked.

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After a while, Orion, Neb, and Marge decided to go take their trays.

"Alone at last." Said Greg, silently putting his hand on top of Zenon's, "Have you decided?" Zenon wasn't sure what to say.