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Chapter 8: The Day I Met The Aliens (the revised version), part 1
(As told by Gordon) (November 5, 2006)
It started out just like a normal Friday. Ha! I’m just kidding; you probably thought I was going to start my story just like everyone else did. “It was just like any other day…just a normal day… blah, blah, blah.” Well at my house, no day is ever normal. That is because I am Gordon the ninja of the Dew Crew of Highland High School. Oh no, life for Gordon is never normal. Especially when your best friend just got sent to prison for murdering your ex-girlfriend and the girl you took to your first homecoming mysteriously died a year earlier because of some hate-speak, along with eleven other people. That is definitely not normal! It’s changed everyone really, all that’s been happening since the ‘mass deaths’, as we call it.
Anyway, it started out like every other Friday, for me at least (nowhere near normal). My step-mom, Julie, drove me to school, so I got there only two minutes before the first bell rang, with no time to eat breakfast before we had to go to band. School went normally (well, as normal as it can get at Highland, which isn’t much). I walked home at 3:30, after my WASL prep class, an after-school tutoring program for students who didn’t pass the math WASL last year. It was such a drag, not passing. I was two points off. At first I was hoping no one would notice that I hadn’t passed. But the school counselor, Mr. Rudkin, put me in the class because I needed the credit to graduate. I was stuck. I didn’t get much tutoring out of the WASL prep class though; I just helped other people who had gotten *ahem* slightly lower scores and needed the help more than I did.
When I got about halfway home, I heard a whirring noise like a helicopter, only louder, right above me. It didn’t seem to be very high from the ground either, from what I could hear. I looked up and couldn’t see anything! I could see the wind from whatever it was blowing the trees and even the street signs being blown back, but I couldn’t see what was causing it! It should have been directly above me, from the sound, but all I saw was the clouds high above. The clouds, though, looked slightly blurred, like there was a sheet of obstructed glass just over my head. Something about this wasn’t right. I had seen something like this in a movie, maybe War of the Worlds, or whatever Chicken Little is based on. You know, in the movie, there were spaceships that camouflaged to the sky so no one saw them. That worried me. But when the whirring stopped and I heard a loud sound like an explosion in the direction of my house, I then saw the handwriting on the wall. I was about to have the adventure of a lifetime, but I felt that it would be no where near what you would call fun.
I cautiously continued the journey to my house, wondering if my suspicions about alien invaders with such advanced technology as camouflaged spaceships were correct. I was anxious to get to the house and see what it really was, but at the same time I was terrified of what my imagination told me it might be. As you might have already been able to tell, no one can hold a candle to my wild imagination. Most people would be analyzing the situation and figuring what would be the most logical explanation. Not me. My head was filled with images of space-aliens and strange-looking extraterrestrial communities on rust colored planets in a galaxy far, far away. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice that I was already in my backyard until I looked up and saw it.
No longer camouflaged, it certainly looked like the space ships I had seen in all the movies: complex exterior, saucer-shaped, blinking lights of every color, but even more noticeable, it was huge! It covered nearly the entire pasture behind the old barn. Walking down the hill at the back of the property, I could see the whole thing altogether and almost at once; I was convinced that this was no hoax. My suspicions had to be correct. But there was only one way to find out. I started toward the ramp that led into the center of the ship.
My heart raced with fear as I carefully and quietly walked up the ramp. But I suddenly had a thought of money. Lots and lots of money that I would be raking in hand over fist if I happened to tell the authorities about this. Imagine that, an actual space-ship with extra-terrestrial life inside! I could put the ship on display and charge to let people see it.
Unfortunately, this is not what happened. I didn’t become famous or make any money for my discovery. Nobody even knew about it. As it turned out, no one was home when I got there, so neither Julie nor my dad saw the ship. Even the neighbors hadn’t noticed, much to my surprise.
When I entered the ship, my hopes of finding aliens came crashing down. I saw, at first, what appeared to be a living room in a human house, maybe a little more futuristic, smoother and shinier, but still pretty similar. Beyond a far door, there seemed to be what looked like the interior of a commercial airplane. Even the passengers looked human. But I was still doubtful. That is, until one of them came up to me and said,
“Gordon!! It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you! You don’t know how long we’ve waited to finally take you home.” This greeting shocked me like nothing I’ve ever heard in my life. Take me home? And he knew my name! How did he know my name?!
“I don’t think I understand you. Who are you and how do you know who I am?”
It started out just like a normal Friday. Ha! I’m just kidding; you probably thought I was going to start my story just like everyone else did. “It was just like any other day…just a normal day… blah, blah, blah.” Well at my house, no day is ever normal. That is because I am Gordon the ninja of the Dew Crew of Highland High School. Oh no, life for Gordon is never normal. Especially when your best friend just got sent to prison for murdering your ex-girlfriend and the girl you took to your first homecoming mysteriously died a year earlier because of some hate-speak, along with eleven other people. That is definitely not normal! It’s changed everyone really, all that’s been happening since the ‘mass deaths’, as we call it.
Anyway, it started out like every other Friday, for me at least (nowhere near normal). My step-mom, Julie, drove me to school, so I got there only two minutes before the first bell rang, with no time to eat breakfast before we had to go to band. School went normally (well, as normal as it can get at Highland, which isn’t much). I walked home at 3:30, after my WASL prep class, an after-school tutoring program for students who didn’t pass the math WASL last year. It was such a drag, not passing. I was two points off. At first I was hoping no one would notice that I hadn’t passed. But the school counselor, Mr. Rudkin, put me in the class because I needed the credit to graduate. I was stuck. I didn’t get much tutoring out of the WASL prep class though; I just helped other people who had gotten *ahem* slightly lower scores and needed the help more than I did.
When I got about halfway home, I heard a whirring noise like a helicopter, only louder, right above me. It didn’t seem to be very high from the ground either, from what I could hear. I looked up and couldn’t see anything! I could see the wind from whatever it was blowing the trees and even the street signs being blown back, but I couldn’t see what was causing it! It should have been directly above me, from the sound, but all I saw was the clouds high above. The clouds, though, looked slightly blurred, like there was a sheet of obstructed glass just over my head. Something about this wasn’t right. I had seen something like this in a movie, maybe War of the Worlds, or whatever Chicken Little is based on. You know, in the movie, there were spaceships that camouflaged to the sky so no one saw them. That worried me. But when the whirring stopped and I heard a loud sound like an explosion in the direction of my house, I then saw the handwriting on the wall. I was about to have the adventure of a lifetime, but I felt that it would be no where near what you would call fun.
I cautiously continued the journey to my house, wondering if my suspicions about alien invaders with such advanced technology as camouflaged spaceships were correct. I was anxious to get to the house and see what it really was, but at the same time I was terrified of what my imagination told me it might be. As you might have already been able to tell, no one can hold a candle to my wild imagination. Most people would be analyzing the situation and figuring what would be the most logical explanation. Not me. My head was filled with images of space-aliens and strange-looking extraterrestrial communities on rust colored planets in a galaxy far, far away. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice that I was already in my backyard until I looked up and saw it.
No longer camouflaged, it certainly looked like the space ships I had seen in all the movies: complex exterior, saucer-shaped, blinking lights of every color, but even more noticeable, it was huge! It covered nearly the entire pasture behind the old barn. Walking down the hill at the back of the property, I could see the whole thing altogether and almost at once; I was convinced that this was no hoax. My suspicions had to be correct. But there was only one way to find out. I started toward the ramp that led into the center of the ship.
My heart raced with fear as I carefully and quietly walked up the ramp. But I suddenly had a thought of money. Lots and lots of money that I would be raking in hand over fist if I happened to tell the authorities about this. Imagine that, an actual space-ship with extra-terrestrial life inside! I could put the ship on display and charge to let people see it.
Unfortunately, this is not what happened. I didn’t become famous or make any money for my discovery. Nobody even knew about it. As it turned out, no one was home when I got there, so neither Julie nor my dad saw the ship. Even the neighbors hadn’t noticed, much to my surprise.
When I entered the ship, my hopes of finding aliens came crashing down. I saw, at first, what appeared to be a living room in a human house, maybe a little more futuristic, smoother and shinier, but still pretty similar. Beyond a far door, there seemed to be what looked like the interior of a commercial airplane. Even the passengers looked human. But I was still doubtful. That is, until one of them came up to me and said,
“Gordon!! It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you! You don’t know how long we’ve waited to finally take you home.” This greeting shocked me like nothing I’ve ever heard in my life. Take me home? And he knew my name! How did he know my name?!
“I don’t think I understand you. Who are you and how do you know who I am?”
How did he know his name? Find out next week! Ahh, the mystery!
Re: The Pain of Excommunication
Wow, I liked it! No really, that was how I thought you must have felt about the whole thing...crazy...You're such an amazing writer; I love it..
Thank you, my lovely Christy! I'm glad you liked it!
M.J.'s comment: I re-wrote Chapter 8 of Strange Days at Highland High. I think this version is much better and I hope all of you think so too! This one is kind of long, so it will take 3 weeks to post, but that doesn't mean the page isn't still open to all of YOUR stories.
Keep writing, and remember to stay tuned for part 2 and 3 of chapter 8!