My name is Chibi. My best friend is Felix. We both work at the Lunar Space Station. There’s a telescope room at the top level, underneath is the control panel room. Next to it is the Food room on the left and on the right is the sleeping dorms. My favorites are the dog hotel and movie theater. The alien petting zoo (in my opinion) has probably not been our best idea. And then there’s always everybody's favorite, the park. I have worked here for about two years and I can tell you that things can get really busy- OOF!

A person shoves past my shoulder as they rush to the control panels. Darting towards the right I follow Felix into the room. Red lights flash as buttons are smashed and prodded and poked. I do my best to help out at the panel on my left. Felix goes to join me. My fingers scatter across the buttons and levers. HONK HONK! Instantly, I recognise that sound.

(Here comes the awesome part) Luna strides in on her shiny wheels. She approaches the control panel. Gesturing us to move aside, she cracks her knuckles and gets to work. I watch bedazzled at her unique intelligence on how to manage the space station. I cross my fingers as I hold my breath. One mississippi. Two mississippi. Three missisi-. The crowd goes wild!

The red lights disappear and everything is peaceful. Out of the corner of my eye I spot Stella Star. She rolls her eyes so hard they might just pop out of her face. I’m glad Luna doesn’t notice. We’ve called the ambulance way too many times. It’s like when I was still in training. I trained at the same place as Felix, Luna, Stella and a whole bunch of other people.

Everybody judges Luna at first sight because of her body and shiny wheels (The wheels are definitely out of pure jealousy. Do you see anyone else with diamonds and rubies on their wheels). But you’ll soon find out, it’ll be the last thing you’ll ever do for a long time. Just one insult. Silence. Then an ambulance wails leaving Luna without a single scratch. Whoever did the insult, more than a single scratch. (waaaaaayyyyy more)

Felix hands me a towel which snaps me out of my thoughts. I realise that I was sweating the entire time. I also notice he hasn’t. Believe it or not, Felix and I are completely the opposite. He’s tall, I’m short. He’s a mathematician and I’m a writer. He’s stubborn and I’m easy going. He’s good in a crisis, I panic. He’s not worried about blood, I’m squeamish. He’s uncoordinated, I’m athletic. Still we get along pretty well.