“Glen why don’t we see your first,” Paula suggested unsure how’d she take he’s result but knew that Spencer’s was going to be harder to accept because she was her little girl.

Glen nodded rubbing the back of his neck, “Okay.” He reached for his envelop, securing it in his hands before running his blue eyes over everyone’s faces. His parents were on edge, his father’s hands held together so tight that his knuckles began turning white to keep them from shaking, his mother was nervously chewing on her finger nail old habit she got from medical school. Bending the metal hook to open up the envelop, sliding the papers out.

“Read it out loud,” Raife spoke quietly.

Clearing his throat, “Um I’ve been accepted to Marshal’s Space Stay Science Academy for engineering.” He glanced up than back down on the paper in awe; never in his wild dreams did he think he’d be involved with science or building. He was the golden jock boy, athletic build not very smart very egotistical but even Glen knew his limits when it came to book smarts.

“No way…you an engineer of what a basketball court,” Spencer laughed at her brother.

“Spencer hush,” Arthur warned his daughter who scowled and slouched down further in her chair. Ashley slid her hand into her girlfriend’s under the table squeezing just a bit for comfort earning her a small smile.

“I think she’s right I mean this test must be a joke, I’m no engineer.” Glen sighed tossing the paper on the table shaking his head in confusion.

“These don’t lie,” Christine spoke pulling the paper to her and scanning it, “Glen you did an excellent job on the test, see here,” Christine pushed the paper back to the boy pointing to a few spots, “You show great interest in the subject.”

“That’s only because I liked Star Trek and thought that the warp engine was cool,”

“Hence why you got picked for that school,” Arthur beamed proudly, his son was following in his foot steps even if the boy didn’t know it, “I graduated from that school as well.”

“You did?” Glen and Spencer asked in unison.