My name is November Hoffman. "Nova" for short. I'm really quite fond of my name, although most people think I like it because it's unique, I like it because it reminds me of space. Do you ever look up at the stars and wonder what's out there? I can tell you now that pace is deeming with life, and I'd know, because I can hear it.
Point to any spot in the sky and I can tune in. I can listen to other intelligent life forms. My personal favorite is Scandoff, home of the Vandermills. I really enjoy their commentary about us primitive earth creatures. I agree with them too. We are most definitely violent, idiotic, sad little creatures who have only taken out first steps. We think the world revolves around us.
People often think earth would be a prime target for alien invasions. But seriously guys? Don't flatter yourselves. I mean, from what I've interpreted, earthlings are "to be avoided at all costs" and "not worth the waste of resources". But what I don't get is that when I hear them speak, it's in English. I honestly doubt that a coincidence so large that let all the other alien planets develop speech close to our native earth tongue, is possible. My theory is that I can somehow translate it. Maybe one day I can see for myself. Maybe one day I can travel to the stars and meet the life forms that occupy most of my free time. Sadly, I don't think our technological advancements are anywhere near being able to travel in space.
Although I really do hope that someday I can travel in space. I really want to meet the Vandermillians. I wonder what they look like. My ideas regarding their appearance are very vague, although I believe they can change appearance at will.
You may be wondering, how do I know all this? Well, I'm not really sure. I often fantasize about what they look like though. Humans are just so boring. Our skin color, our clothes, and even our conversations are just boring.
I often wonder if they know I can hear them. I wonder so many things. Like, is it possible to communicate with them? Are their others like me? Should I tell someone? Will everyone think I'm insane? Am I insane? Often these thoughts get to be to much for me and I sneak out onto my roof and pretend I'm living another life.
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Nova
Science FictionWhat sets November Hoffman apart from any other awkward, nerdy teenager, is that she was born with the ability to look at any area of space and immediately hear the conversations going on. She knows about the feud between the Hurns and the Talenes...
