The Secret Spaceship

The appearance of a diamond stud on the top, with a little metal rod sticking out of the bottom. Indeed, this is what the spaceship looked like. And day after day it sat in the same space on the bureau, between the broken remote and the deodorant stick too seldom used. Wedged in between the two so just the diamond stud was sticking into the air, the earing seemed to be a piece of forgotten property, something lost and rarely thought about by the now sixteen year old Marc Tetreault. Little did he know, of the secret adventures it took.