"Stellar Rogers! You have twenty minutes to explain what happened to your hair!" Exclaims a horrified and appalled Coach Lang, A.K.A my P.E teacher, as I walk into the gym. She drags me out into the corridor and up to her office.
By the time we reach it, I'm pretty sure everyone in Cilian High thinks that the school is now enrolling mental patients.
Coach Lang crosses her arms.
"I'm waiting...." She says.
"Errrm-It's a long story-......" I stutter.
"I don't care. I can call a sub to take care of classes for the rest of the day if you like. Now explain."
"Ok."
And so I explain why I had come to school with my hair bright pink (instead of it's usual black) and looking like I had stuck a fork in an electric socket. Coach L doesn't believe me, calls my parents, then my friends, and my siblings.
This is how it happened.
See, my parents are the richest people in the southern hemisphere. They also own NASA, and so they believe I should be grateful for that, so they invented for me a spaceship that can travel at the speed of light.
So I had been on Venus. (Yes, Venus)
I was terrified.
My spaceship had broken down.
On VENUS, of all places.
Of all the planets to land on, I chose to land on the one with a temperature of, like, 400 degrees celsius and acid rains.
I managed to find a cave on a cliff and had got settled in when the-erm-people, if you can call them that, arrived.
They looked like people, except they were the most ugly, petrifying things I had EVER seen.
So, I naturally screamed in terror and revulsion.
Then someone hit me on the head, hard.
In other words, I was abducted by aliens.
I had just woken up, and I felt something weird on me. When I checked, I realised I was covered in goopy, dripping, pink slime. It had glued me to the ground.
Then I heard a voice.
"The alien prisoner has woken. It is time." It said.
"Are you sure? The Leading One has no patience for error." Said another
"Yes, I am sure. Let us alert him." The voice replied.
I hear the sound of feet running.
A while later, I realise that I won't be able to achieve anything trying to get out of the goop, so I just waited.
Suddenly, I heard a hissing voice, saying,
"Who dares to invade my planet? Mortal, you have decided your death! You have two choices-Fight me, The Leading One, in the Arena, and surely lose, or stay here, and let the rains of acid disintegrate you to dust. I shall be merciful, and free you from the alien snot to decide. But do not try to escape. I have a thousand guards guarding you, and your piece of scrap metal has been melted in the acid. Your kind is purely primitive compared to ours."
I heard something slimy oozing away.
Then the goop encasing me disappears, retracting back under the ground. I yelp and get up, wiping the remaining clumps of alien snot in disgust.
The cell is basically like a prison cell. There is a barred, small, circular window, showing me a view of Earth.
I had to make a difficult choice: Die, or have the smallest possible chance of living with near certain death.
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Escape from Venus
Short StoryA short story written at school. Stellar Rogers is rich. Rich with a capital R-I-C-H. But when she gets involved in a situation with a crash landing on Venus, a repulsive race of aliens and very shocking hair......well, let's just say money's not go...