I found the spaceship on Saturday. Three months later, I packed my bags.

On Monday I closed the door of our little cabin in the woods for the final time. Before I left, I visited Mom's cliff.

She threw herself off this same ledge seven years, four months, and nine days ago.

I looked over the valley. It's a beautiful day. Shame she isn't here to see it.

I am better than than that woman. I'm leaving, but not like she did.

There's universe out there.

I decoded the language.

I found the instructions for the escape pod.

Still intact after ten thousand years.

It's certainly insane, but I know what I'm doing.

If I don't do this, I will never see him again. That is the only thing I know for sure in a universe that is about to get a whole lot bigger. I am meant for this. There's a voice. Stronger than anything that's ever propelled me.

Maybe I'll come back someday.

But a lot of people have told me that before.

Hank, Sean, and Max will be okay. Dad hasn't been okay for a long time. I think Dad always knew I couldn't stay in this little valley forever. I didn't know I would be leaving the solar system, though... But I found a freaking spaceship. What would you do?

Now I can fly a freaking spaceship.

This is what him and I were born for, wherever he may be.

I step away from the cliff.

My name is Wendy Corduroy.

I am seventeen years old.

Today is the day I leave Earth.

Authors note- Idk what the hell this is but i had fun with it so what the heck. Part two and three on the way. The third will not be from Wendy's perspective. This *might* (I can't tell) be somewhat of a step down in quality, but when I listen to music and write I get really inspired. Do you want more fanfiction late at night? Check out my other GF story, "When They're Gone"! reviews are wanted and welcome, tell me what you think! and as they say in Canada, PEACE OOOT!