It Can't Rain On Planet Crayne

• Chapter Four: We Are Under Attack •

• Chapter Four: We Are Under Attack•

        I yawned in what I thought was a very manly way. I smiled when I rolled over and saw the bed, and floor, was empty. The blankets were folded into one neat pile and Hiana was nowhere to be found. It honestly felt good not having to hide her anymore.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. I cringed as something crackled under my foot. It pinched my skin a little and I walked to get it off, only stepping on more. I looked down at the floor, rubbing my eyes as if to make it disappear. My carpet was completely covered in Cheerios.

In this moment I was incredibly thankful nobody could see me as I was hands and knees down on my carpet picking up each individual cheerio and placing it neatly in my trashcan. The unlucky cheerios who had been crushed under my feet were just swept under my bed in a furious attempt to clean up the evidence of Hiana before my mother came in to "wake me up".

I felt the cool autumn breeze climb under the bottom of my shirt and work it's way up my back as I climbed back into my bed. I looked over to see my bedroom window open, the screen sitting nicely on the floor beside it. I recounted the night before, in disbelief. Before last night I was just a gangly teenager who played video games and made average grades but now I might have been the first person on earth to come into contact with another species. My heart began to race. I couldn't wait to tell--my chest fell. Nobody in their right mind was ever going to believe any of this happened to me. 

Knock Knock Knock

"Honey it's time to get up" My mom opened my door a crack and flashed a smile at me before closing it tightly. I always wondered why she barely opened my door, it was as if she was trying to bear me single a shred of privacy. Not very parent-like. 

"I'm getting up." I called in my best 'I just woke up and I didn't house an alien girl in my room last night' voice. 

I stepped gingerly back onto the carpet, as if I would find Cheerios crunching under the soles of my feet again. I moved swift to the light switch, flicking it and letting it cast a glow over my Tomb Raider poster. "Looking just radiant this morning Lara" I thought. 

Time moved in acceleration for the rest of the morning. My brain processed only flashed of me pulling on my last clean t-shirt, which read "I'm Pretty Awesome, Just Ask Anyone" across the chest, downing a plate of eggs and rushing out the door. 

Seeing the everything outside look just as it had the day before made me very relived. The events of the night before had my mind a bit scrambled and the familiarity of the morning before school was peaceful. However my peace was quickly interrupted.

"GAVIN YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE--" Logan was a whirlwind of blubber and angst running towards me. He stopped just moments before plowing me over on the pavement only to pant too heavily to even explain his dilemma. I glanced to my watch. 7:53.

I scoffed at him as he struggled, hands over his knees wheezing like an old woman with a chest infection."Logan just catch your breath and walk with me, we are going to be late. You know Mrs. Waterman has no sympathy for stragglers on Tuesday mornings." I laughed.

"Mrs. Waterman can kiss my flabby behind because my mother bought a tent, on sale, last night AND she says we can camp out in the back yard this weekend." He managed to get out "I was thinking we could set up the projector and watch Star Trek maybe overdose on WunderBars"

I breathed in slowly, thinking deeply about sharing a tent with Logan last summer for five day camping trip. Memories of getting shoved off the blow-up mattress and Logan stinking up the tent after nine too many hamburgers made me shutter.