Kisses, I'm an Alien

 A/N:  I know this starts off slow, but give it a chance! anyone who is gracious enough to stop by and read, I thank you! *hands out pie* :)

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 They say you can can tell everything about a single individual just by looking into there eyes. The eyes are a window to the soul, right? Well im sorry, but whomever made that theory up must have inhaled too much of puff the magic dragon. How  can  gazing into anyones retnas tell you all the twisted and dark things that individual feels, thinks, and does? If this is true, my life would have gone into a tailspin years ago. My darkests secrets are not for the faint of heart. In fact, anyone who hears them would tell you im mentally disturbed, cheese off my cracker,off my rocker,touched in the head, french fry short of a happy meal, you name it. I'v learned a long  time ago that the only people you can truly rely on, is yourself. My one attempt to open up when I was eleven, resulted in my two good  friends running scared to there parents. I guess I need to start at the beginning. The only problem is, I have no idea where my beginning started and more terrifyingly, where it's going to end. Im not your average teenager. My first memories I have is crawling out of what i can only describe as goo. a very very light green translucent goo.

The feel alone was like that of cold jello, but also satic.heavy static eletricity. I was naked. no idea where I was but i emerged through a doorway of some kind. From there I dont remember anything, but according to my parents i was found wondering along in the woods where i was found hours later. I was no more than five years old so you can't begin to imagine how scared I was, at think i felt fear. Thinking back over it  all this time I reached one conclusion. Im an Alien. Your laughing and saying Im crazy. mybe I am. Mybe it's something I made up in my crazy imagination. But what other twelve year old can shock there dad when she get's pissed that he wouldnt let her go otuside and play?...get my point? Well It's the  beginning of Jr year,Let's see what it holds!

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"The swim team?"  The voice belonged to Courtney Mason, one of the only girls i regularly talked too at West Linn High.

I was busy cursing and trying to adjust my denim skirt while digging out my cinder block heavy american history book, and was not amused.

"Annnnd that's funny because, why?"  I asked

She paused only long enough to tie her flaming red hair into a low rise-very chic ponytail. Even in late August, Oregon was pretty warm for the first day of school.

"Macie come on!...no offense, but iv never considered you athletic. I mean your such the girly girl. Look at you; denim short skirt, pink sleevless camisol,and lets not forget those fantastic knee lenght boots id kill for."  She eyed them enviously as she tossed her bag over her shoulders.

   By now I had finally dug the monstrosity out and could'nt supress my laughter. I stood, while picking up my own purse, pressing the hideous and yet boring book to my chest,letting my heeled boot close the yellow locker. I bit my lip supressing my giggles as i nudged her forward in the hall as it was rapidly filling with students. I admit i dress nice. It didn;nt all come from magazines . My secret is shopping at thrift stores to mix and match my things. Girl's gotta accesorize right?

"You can borrow them, but first let's get this day over with ok?.. and secondly, so what? theres no gurantee I'll even make it. I just need something  to put on my college tran scipts. I also love water,you know that." I said to her reasonably as i shouldered my way past a couple blocking the stairway down to the ground floor.

Courtney snickered, still finding it amusing apparently. Waving, she motioned for me to to dart to the left before the janitor blocked  our way trying and failing to mop where students were stampeding.