Just above the van in the night sky.
Inside the control room of a spaceship a boy who looked to be about 16 sat in the pilots chair. He had Dark brown hair and blue eyes which were fixed on a monitor just above his head. His hands weren't the hands of a teenage boy, but more resembled green colored blobs. As he watched, he used his "hands" to work the controls. 'Ugh' he thought, 'if only I could stay in human form while flying this thing.'
He laughed silently again, as he had been doing for the past several minutes, about how he couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces. But he was getting tired of messing with them. 'Might as well get it over with' he thought and with that he sent another note plummeting to the ground.
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Tales from Beyond Roswell
FanfictionA continuation of the stories of the roswell aliens and their companions after graduation.
