OFF TO SPACE DAD

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My version of Space was a little girl, once.
She was the youngest of six kids, and her father(dense as he was) just considered her one of the boys(why not? he had a lot to do!) and so, she was called 'son', which she was just fine with. Girls were boring and wore dresses. She did, however, like stars and planets. This being the case, she wore a star in her hair(which she never sat still long enough for her mom to get all the way around, when she DID manage to sit still for aa hair cut)
She ran off during the father daughter day events(her mother told her father to take her, insisting that she was a girl and should occasionally be treated as such) Slipping away after someone told her that there was a way to get to space in the condemned part of the labs. She was injured, and almost to the point of dying when she was found down there, and the scientist who'd been tasked with retrieving her freaked, putting her into the core project.

SHUT UP I KNOW IT'S DUMB. :I I LIKE IT. *huffs*

So this is MY version of the space core. Abigail Murray. Age eight, speaks kinda nasally and has a big gaping space in between her front teeth. Red hair, light honey brown eyes and a huge case of ADHD.

fixing the gel on the floor. stand by. Fixed

APPARENTLY I can't thank everyone on their pages as I'd want to, because DA treats it like spam. So to everyone I didn't get to and those who may come, thank you! I'm immensely grateful for all your attention, and the very fact that you're liking what I'm doing!