CHAPTER 8: SNAKES IN THE GRASSTHE TRAINING WAS FINALLY COMING to an end. We had about two and a half months left until graduation. I could hardly wait. I’d be an honest to goodness, full fledged, card carrying astronaut. The scuttlebutt around the center was that there was a mission coming up in August. I hoped to be one of the pilots on board. But I knew that I probably wouldn’t be. I still had more training to go through before they’d let me fly.
Someone pushed against me from behind making me stumble. I straightened, turning to face the person.
“You should really watch where you’re going, sugar,” Jenny sneered at me. “I didn’t think they let blind people fly shuttles.” She laughed at her own joke.
“Oh, honey, you’d be surprised who NASA lets through,” Justine Bell said, eyeing me
