You would think that since I live in South America I would wake up to the birds chirping in a wooden house in a jungle. But one of the biggest things that I have learned is that rumors are more then likely not true. I wake up every morning to the sounds of the city. The honking of the taxis, the talking of the people, the fights. And I love the city. I love the city for what it is worth. I hop on downstairs and grab a black coffee. My mother comes down in her robe and starts yelling at me for drinking to much coffee or whatever. Hey, at least it isn't beer. I pull out my notebook and I try to think of more lyrics to my song. I am a musician, and I don't care what anyone else things of it.
I have my parents drive me to school and when I get out I see my girlfriend Maria. I can't go over to her yet because my parents have no idea about her, and I don't think her parents know about me either. I hop out of the car and try to avoid Maria because her father is right next to her and honestly he scares me. Maria also gave me the 'my father knows nothing about you so go away' look so at least I know she isn't mad at me for avoiding her.
I go to my first class of the day. Science. Ugh when am I ever going to need this? I am going to be a musician, not a scientist. I pull out my music journal (different from my lyrics journal, this one has notes not words) and I write some notes before Mrs. Lopez comes around and almost beats the living crap out of me. I bet she would have if our principal didn't walk in. He seemed frazzled, more then usual. He usually comes in like this when another fight has happened. Last time 7 kids had to go to the hospital. If I didn't say this already I live in the ghetto. But this time it seemed different.
"Federal Bureau of Investigation is here. They have to test everyone's blood. Classified reason." Everyone just looks at him for a while with a 'what is going on' look. "Well don't just sit there, we have to go!" And at this moment I feel bad for him. He has been through so much with all of the gangs, drugs, and fights at this school. Now the Federal Bureau of Investigation coming here must make him want to quit more then ever.
Our class lines up and we go into the cafeteria where all of the officers are. My cousin comes up to me who works for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. "Bruno are you kidding me? What are you doing here? They are looking for you! Run!!! RUN NOW!" So I do what he says, confused as fuck, and run into a janitors closet. I hide there until I see my class walking back to science and I hop back in line hoping that they won't see me. And at first it is good. We are all good. But then a officer comes up and says that he has to retest our class. So we have to walk back all over again. I try to sneak away but he sees me.
"You!" The Federal Bureau of Investigation officer says. "I think I got him guys!" All of the officers come around me and give me the shot. They scan my blood and the scanner makes a beeping noise. "Oh my gosh!" The officer is now freaking out. "Oh my gosh guys! We got number five!"
"Number five? What do you mean? What is this?" Ok now I'm freaking out. What does number five mean?
The officers pull me out of the school and circle me. "Could I please just know what is going on?"
"You will in a moment child." The head officer says. He pulls out one of those old fashion tape recorders and hits the record button. "State your name."
"Bruno Castro." I say.
"Date of birth." The officer says
"June 7th" I say. They ask me a couple more personal questions but the last question. Well... You will see
"Are you aware that you are an alien?" The officer says this with fear in his eyes. The fear quickly transfers into my eyes. And then something stabs me in the back and I knock out.
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The Chosen Six
Dla nastolatków6 aliens are scattered around the world. These aliens are all programmed to become very famous and take over the world without even knowing that they are aliens. But what happens when the government finds out about these six and puts them in a conce...
