Alright. Let me just set the record straight right here, right now. Aliens are not green. They are not slimy. They don’t have six arms and twelve eyes or want to take over our world. They have two arms, two legs, two eyes, and two ears. Seriously, they’re normal people from a different planet who occasionally come here on vacation or to avoid war. Why is that so hard to understand? They are normal. Except, well, if my best friend Alek is any sort of standard candle, then aliens are know-it-alls.
Alek says all the misconceptions come from Hollywood; the lies annoy him as much, if not more, than it does me. He thinks I should launch a protest, but then again he’s always been a bit cheeky. Maybe that’s why we get along so well. I can still remember the day we first met, the day he fell into my life—literally.
I was six the summer I met Alek and spent most days at my grandmother’s while my parents met with lawyers, working out their messy divorce. Every day I would go to the backyard and stare up at the wide blue sky, breathing in the smell of hay and cows, while Grandmother watched her talk shows. I liked to imagine I was flying through the country air.
The day I met Alek I was lying in the grass and finding figures in the clouds. An angel frowned down at me, a man with wispy hair winked and a pig kissed a chicken, making me giggle. My laughter flew away on a cool breeze, the kind we never got in the stuffy city. That was when I heard the noise. Being from the city I didn’t think much of hearing an engine. I just kept staring at clouds, watching bunnies and talking trees. But the noise persisted, making me pause.
my brains not at its wittiest level right now. But if I think of anything I'll let you know! Overall, an awesome first page! I think you'll do quite well in the contest.