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CH4PTER EIGHT
When I woke up, my stomach felt like crap. Almost like I was falling a million miles an hour facing down, sort of like the ride that rocks you back and forth. I took an ibuprofen, and didn't bother waking up Nick.
Then I heard a sound.
I grabbed the knife from our cabinet, and tiptoed out of the room. I looked down the ninth grade hallway. Nothing. The Senior hallway. Nothing.
I went down the Technology hall to the tenth grade hallway.
Something.
And by thing, I mean alien. I run back to the room. I get Nick, give him the knife, grab the only other thing that could be used as a weapon, the wrench, and we walked down the hallway.
Three of them. They didn't see us. We walked to them.
Then they saw us.
"BLAAAAAAAAAAAY!" they screamed, "BLAAAY MANNA PORTADEN. DAGH!!!"
We backed away. One of them chased after us, a metallic black object in its hand. Their heads were shaped like a bird's, with green beaks that came to a curve. Slime dripped down their body, their eyes were black and blue.
"Neet! Needaro Fanno. Pewlan!"
The other two came over, one holding a very small piece, the other holding two larger ones. The alien put on the small piece on the tip I his head. We took the other two and put it around our heads like ear muffs.
"Hello." we heard.
"Um...Hi." Nick said.
"Now we can understand you and you can understand us. Questions. Who are you two? And why have you come here?"
Where? We didn't come, something brought us here. A war.
"We are humans. And we don't know why we are here. Who are you?" I asked.
"We are Tapplens. Rulers of Jannerens. We hope you have come to make peace. The sharp, heavy objects in your hands seem to be weapons. To kill."
"We don't want to kill," Nick said.
As long as you don't kill, I thought.
O...M...G! What's gunna happen? Even I don't know!!
