“Hey tiny what are you doing?” The big bully shouted at me, “ Ahh look a little book of his only friends, Martians!” He snorted at the notebook I was holding.
“Frank you do know I made a friend, right?”
He looked at me with surprise and confusion, “Who?” He asked with interest.
“His name is Mr. Biscuit.” I said that with pride and that was my mistake.
“The Dog!” He laughed as he left the hallway.
I put my notebook in my bag and went to class. I was a little tardy but nobody saw me. Then again, who does? “Timithy can you answer the question please?” I looked at
Ms. Appleblossom then my desk because I did not know the question let alone the answer. “Can you help him Peony?”
Peony replied in a know it all tone, “Why of course, several types of minerals are bentonite, montmorillonite, and vermiculite.” Ms. Appleblossom smiled in delite then the ground started to shake quite violently.
I looked out the window. And there stood a spaceship, it was not Earthling. My stomach dropped in horror it was a spaceship I drew. I got my notebook and I found it! It belongs to a race that only listened to me I called them the, Timithians. They were unstoppable killing machines. My stomach dropped lower.
The monsters that came from a nightmare I had when I was young. They came from the spaceship, we ran out to see what they were. They were strangely calm, one spoke, “Mighty Timothy we await your command.”
Everyone looked at me, “I would like you to go back to Timonia and live there in peace until I call you back!”
It responded, “Yes my lord.” Turned and entered the ship, and off it went.
I thought back and my parents had told me stories of an alien race that could create anything they wanted. then I thought . I realized that I was alien!!!
