Unknown Worlds - Dreams Of A Girl

A normal day of aliens invading school

I guess, before I get to start with my story, I should introduce myself to you first.

Now, if anyone of you really read the last chapter and paid attention to certain little details, you could guess that I am a girl.

Anyone figured it out?

No?

Well, maybe you should read the last chapter again, in case you missed other important little details.

But okay, if you simply skim the text, it is your decision; let's move on.

A few facts about me:

I am (obviously) a girl at the age of fifteen, living in a little city – if you can call it that – in Germany with a population of round – about fifty thousand people.

(Don't bother asking for the name of the city or further identity (of the town)-revealing information, I won't answer it. Hey, I do need a little privacy – at least in some parts!)

Well, I am around 170 centimeters tall (forgive me for not knowing this number in inches, but alas, I'm german) and I have got long ash-blond non-wavy hair; although it sometimes appears wavy, because I like braiding.

Well, my face looks not that uncommon, in case you might wonder why I want to escape my real life.

I have got brown eyes with an occasional dark green tint and a prominent freckle just above the right corner of my upper lip.

Don't bother telling me I can't draw. Believe me I know.

And don't bother telling me that I am fat; I know that too. How am I to forget that fact when I am constantly told?

I think, on this happy note, let's close this introduction, shall we?

Anyway, the day it happened seemed to be another more or less normal and boring day.

I followed the same routine I had for every Monday. Although it was different to my schedule for the other days of the week, it still created an unwanted sense of monotony. Especially, since we didn't really get to choose our subjects freely.

As always I got a free period in the sixth lesson (but no free lesson after that, how fair is that?). And as always I spent the time in the cellar of my school; more exactly in the cellar room before a research room for students that was rarely used, as it was a preparation room for a special contest.

I liked the quiet, the dark and that this room was unknown to most people or they simply didn't care or see it as a room.

It seemed that the unknown would save me from a great deal of things I would have had to endure, would I have been in my other usual place; in plain view from the teachers' room.

Here, I could not hear the burst of laughter from people, as if something really funny had happened, I could not hear this laughter turn into shrieks and then into muteness. Least of all, I could not hear the sounds of rhythmically marching boots on the hard linoleum floor.

Instead, I sat in the cellar, curled into a small ball, arms wrapped around my legs, sobbing. I could not stand it anymore; the day had been too much for me, too cruel. All my emotions, usually held back by force of will, burst out of me.

But, for what I hated myself most was the fact that I seemingly didn't really have a reason for crying.

Anyway, I sat there as always, when I heard this sound of someone opening a door with a key, only that there was a strange underlying sound of something vibrating in a high frequency. A sound I couldn't quite identify.

I admit I panicked. I did not want someone to see me in this state.

Panicked, I scrambled up to my feet. As fast as they could carry me, I ran to the door. I already had my hand on the door handle, when somebody behind me shouted in English:

"Don't! Don't open this door!"

You know this feeling, when you panic and you only want to get out of a room? Combine this with an inappropriate feeling of rebelliousness (at least inappropriate at this point of time) and see what you would do (please don't judge me or throw things at me :-C)

So naturally, as stupid as I was, I opened the door.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"