My first, very sad attempt at writing in any form for the first time in a year or two.
ALIENS!
Chapter 1
A girl with long, messy, brunette hair stood just inside the door to the center quietly, leaning against it. A suitcase with the name "
Hanna" in big, bold letters on the side sat on the floor next to her. She sighed, glad she didn‘t have to drag that thing much farther.
“I really am going insane…” she said quietly, staring at the ceiling.
“Oh, don’t say that,” her mom said.
Hanna looked at her dully.
“If I’m not going insane, why am I here?”
Her dad smiled at her.
“You’re only gonna be here for awhile. Just try not to freak out, and if someone constantly twitches, don’t make eye contact,” he said.
“Um…and you know this how?” Hanna asked.
“You know your cousins on my side of the family?” he said. “Well, if you think that they’re bad, you should have tried growing up with their parents.”
They stood around for a minute or two until a man came out to greet them, followed by a boy with long, black hair.
“See?” Hanna’s mom asked. “That girl looks about your age.”
Hanna coughed to stop from giggling. Her dad muttered something to her mom under his breath about the kid being a boy.
The man introduced himself as Noah, and said that the boy, introduced as Ray, would help Hanna take her things to her room. Hanna barely even glanced at Ray before he reached to pick up the suitcase.
“I’m sorry, it’s a bit heavy!” she said quickly. He smiled and picked it up like it was nothing. “Wow. You‘re, like, super-human or some--”
“Oh great…” her dad muttered. Hanna threw her hands in the air and commenced to run around in circles screaming, “ALIENS!” Needless to say, Ray looked a bit surprised.
“How--?”
Hanna’s dad cut him off. “She has this thing about anything out of the ordinary. It happens quite a--”
“ALIENS! ALIENS! ALIENS! AAAAAALLLLLIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNSSSSSSS!”
“We’re not sure how to stop--”
“HOSTILE ALIENS!”
Hanna’s dad continued talking, but it was very hard to hear him above Hanna’s screaming. Ray was looking more and more freaked out with every shriek. “Hopefully she’ll calm--”
“THEY‘RE GONNA KILL US ALL!”
“They’re not going to kill--”
“WITH POISON!”
“Come on. You can’t seriously believe--”
“THEY WANT TO HARVEST OUR PLANET!”
“You may want to move soon because--”
“WE‘RE ALL GONNA DIE HORRIBLE, FLAMING DEATHS!”
“Run, Ray.”
“Huh?” Ray asked.
“I DON‘T WANNA DIE!” Hanna, who was starting to attract the attention of the other residents, shouted, and came charging back towards them.
“You should’ve run.”
“What do--?” Ray started.
Hanna flying-glomped Ray. “DON’T LET THE ALIENS GET ME!” (Ironic, ne?)
Her dad hit his forehead with the palm of his hand.
“We’ve been here five minutes.
Five. Freaking. Minutes,” he muttered.
A bit later, after the other center kids had been told to go back to whatever they were doing and Hanna had been pried off of Ray, who she seemed to be using as a teddy bear and taken to her room by her mom (in other words, dragged like a wide-eyed four-year-old to the dentist‘s office), her dad tried to explain. “I’m sorry. She has paranoia issues. The slightest connection to anything scary, and she goes into a complete panic attack.”
Noah muttered something about it being okay. Hanna’s dad turned to walk off.
“I guess I’m gonna go make sure she’s not still freaking out. See ya, Noah. See ya, Ray the Alien,” he said, walking down the hall.
See? Horrible, right?